I'd Be Next

now as I sit here,
I am crouched in a corner...
I wish to disappear..
as of now, I am a mourner...

they cut them into pieces..
they shredded up their hearts..
the life of them ceases,
they then used the body parts..

they were roasted over a fire,
while being poked and prodded..
they were brought forth to the sire,
he looked them over and nodded..

they spread them with a sauce..
they were put on many plates...
they had souls that were now a loss...
the men commented that the parts tasted great...

as I was crouched in the corner...
it all ran my head..
how did this happen?
was I next? was I dead?

as I watched them eat my family...
it all came to text..
after they were done..
I'd be next