Poetry

As there is life
Desire there is to thrive
Man with sharp knives
Slaughters beasts
Cooked in fire,fried with cheese
Eaten piece by piece
It's a fright to be killed
For the stomach to be filled
The chopping board red in blood
Combine all houses it's a flood
It took a long time to grow
A fry it swam to and fro
Just got hooked, the beautiful fish
Only for just a quick short dish
Eating all meat, red and white
Man thinks he has the right
To know the source of suffering, wars and fights
Listen to the screams of the slaughter house at night.