With This I Wash My Hands
By the tens, hundreds, and thousands
They are sent to slaughter
The torture a slow process
Squeezing out individuality
They blah and they bleat
But making no attempt to revolt
Reality slips from their reach
Accepting pain as their routine
A few black sheep manage
To break free and live
The others look on with no yearning
Casting dirty looks instead
Without hope, desire, or will to live
They look on with blank stares
Too blinded to see
The blood on their hands
- Stephanie Lau
posted by ehbaba @ 8:38 PM
6 Comments:
are you going vegetarian on us steph? naaahhh...you love steak too much.
dude
regardless of how little sense you make, I'd never give up steak
at least you're 1 out of 2
communications class was awesome
that steak was suc-cu-lent
hmmmmmm steak
so you going to the bonspiel?
don't sheep bah....not blah?
sheep bleat
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