My taste of meat
with a drop of lemon,
a glass of wine
and
laughter and little giggles,

Their taste of pain
with a whole lot of blood,
a life of misery,
simple minds and mean world

And yet,
I don’t care to know,
how it would feel
to be cut on the throat,
to be skinned and butchered!

how it would feel
to be caged in small chambers,
to feed and to reproduce,
on others’ choices!

All i hope to know
is the taste!
The taste of meat
with a drop of lemon?
Or little bit of blood?
Or a whole lot of selfishness and cruelty?

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