A scream rings down the metallic halls

another one killed

in the humane slaughter house

at least it lived on grass for 11 hours 59 minutes and 59 seconds a day

There's a hand mixed in with the entrails

oh well it was just another immigrant

there's another one waiting for the hope of a white country

and USD$2 an hour at the humane disassembly line

we'll just get another soon enough

This is what we do for the "choice of meat" they tell us

stuffing us with corporate propaganda

like the turkey on mamas thanksgiving table

of the gullet of a foie gras goose

locked in our patriotic cage of red white and blue

as we wait our turn to be someone else’s leather chair

Ignore our moral obligations

to be equal and treat others to it as well

no matter the barrier of sex, class, race, gender and species

though the infrastructure of capital slaughterhouses

force our dreams to the knife with throats bared

Revolution, revolution

called out at the cadaver savaging plant

a little too late

since the cat's eating the left over’s of the turkey in the oven

that's being made for you to eat

and be deceived

to look away from life’s options

On the count of

one...

two...

three...

choose

your life or

the one for sale