Here are two poems I wrote for pigs;



Death Becomes Us



Wer'e all seen as food machines

Not living sentient beings

Brothers and sisters all here

We wait and quake in fear

As we heare the screams of those ahead

Further down the line they're dead

After a life with no fun

Bacon and ham we become



Pigs in Misery



Artificial light

A bare, single bulb

No fresh air or sunshine

An overwhelming stench instead

Cold, bleak concrete walls and floors

Surrounding metal bars

Not enough space for comfort

Many lives spent in misery

Does anyone hear our pain

But, alas, we've no voice

That's why we need yours

Maybe, just maybe someone will listen