If God's Precious Animals In Factory Farms Could Speak
By Anonymous
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If God's Precious Animals In Factory Farms Could Speak
By Anonymous

If God's Precious Animals In Factory Farms Could Speak Here Is What They Might Say!!

I will never see the sun rise. I will never see it set.

I will never feel a kind touch. I will never be a pet.

I will never feel loved or be loved, as I'm led to my murder, being prodded, poked and shoved.

As they cut my tender skin, I wondered if anyone cared.

If anybody out there would consider my despair.

For you did not see me die, and you did not see me bleed.

You did not hear me cry before you ate the meat that you don't need.

You did not watch them kill me. You could not feel my pain.

You will try not to think of me, as you blindly eat again.

I was the cow you ate on Monday. The pig you had the midweek. I was the turkey you ate for Christmas. I was the calf you had to eat.

I was the chicken in your sandwich, and the duck you had with tea. I felt pain beyond belief, but you never thought of me.

Because thinking can be painful, and you refuse to see, that for every time you eat meat, those animals must bleed.

The cow was killed for Monday. The pig was butchered too.

The turkey lived for 16 weeks, and the baby calf had died for you.

The chicken lived inside a cage. The duck could hardly move.

All this needless suffering occurred for so called food.

I fail to see a reason, as there is no need. When humans eat my meat, it is purely for their greed.

You may think you're above me. That you have the advantage.

But a kind, innocent creature, is better than a savage.

So next time you're out shopping, try to feel some guilt.

For the animals that have died, for your eggs, your meat and milk.

My heroes are those people, who will not bite into me.

So I ask a simple favor. Please stop eating meat.

I'm asking for the cows, the pigs and all the sheep.

Who are much more important than just some cruel unhealthy treat.

They can't speak themselves, so please let's be their voice.
                                                                                                                                                         Every animal born into this, for them there was no choice.

For you did not see me die, and you did not see me bleed.

You did not hear me cry, for the meat that you don't need.

Pope Francis and lamb

lamb slaughterhouse


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