I passed by a busy road.
There was the wayside butcher
Cutting away parts of a goat,
Its kids tethered to a post.
Aware of the slaughter?(I do not know)
Turning away in fear or despair
Perhaps watching its mother become
mincemeat in a blow.
The look in the eyes made me
Feel helpless and cowardly.
Unable to help,
Unable to save,
Victims who feed man’s tyranny.
God’s beautiful creation….
Ending in man’s slaughter houses.
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