The Slaughter House

Loud screams are heard.
Sharp blades and knives line up
As though ready to match.
Wrinkled bodies seated and smiles plastered on their faces.
Tender little bodies seated in a row
They are ready to enter the slaughter house.
Cut. Screams. Blood.
Mothers smile with pride.
Their little ones are courageous.
They have survived the slaughter.
With parted legs and slow steps they make their way home
To face the future with nightmares that are yet to be known
And that will live with them forever.


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