They must have seen their friends
Losing their heads
And their flesh being sold
Their turn would come any time
Right now the market looked deserted
The fear has crippled them
They cannot stand or make noise
Cuddled in each other's company
However short the time to stay alive maybe.
The bars are too strong to be broken
The only escape route being certain death
I passed by taking pic from the window of the car
Being non veg, I too, plead guilty
Only solace being - "All born are destined to die."
The certain death looms
Above each one of us.
Yet we enjoy, in denial,
Busy, as if expecting eternal life
The only difference is the space
Reduce the space and claustrophobic we would feel
Motionless like chicken in cage, we would remain
Waiting for the turn yet expecting not too soon.
Not too soon...
I had the angelic power, to buy them alive
To release them in the wilderness
But die, they would as crippled by domestication
More horrific death they may meet ..
With much remorse, I left
Leaving the destiny play its part
But seriously thinking about one thing
That is to become vegan hereafter.
One person being vegan
Makes a little difference
But a little difference when compounded
Would play a big part in life and death of a fellow being 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻