Cook's Delight

We give blood, to provide life
That is what we do
The animals give blood
to guarantee they're dead
the clue
To this is a vile democracy
Halal/Kosher which means
Cut the throat of a baby cow
or a baby sheep, the scenes
Are of what is a mini mayhem
A soul cast out to die
Not stunned but thrust
into a box and its throat sliced
through I cry...........!

Such tears, each one I do recall
That evil hour on hour
Minute every minute
Every second that's the power
We have, to slit anothers throat
and catch its blood that flows
and make it into sausages
with flour and herb that grows
and call it a Black Pudding
this is what we do
Many are infact, vampires
who silently imbue
What sick moronic creatures
who pay the slaughterman
to steal the blood of babies
and their parents what a plan!

To do the damndest things
to living breathing sentient souls
Designed to live much longer
But caught up in our controls
Donation every nation
thrusts the blade upon
These unsuspecting ungulates
who feel their life force gone
Who feel the sick emotion
as the chain lifts them on high
exalted, No! assaulted angelicly
to fly
On rusty bloodied gantries
and edge along I sigh!
sickened by cavorting carcass
its coup de grace
But why?
So some invading carnivores
can cook and chomp away
on the veal or the lamb
or whatever on this
Tragically awful day.

Tagged by Jungle V Defender

"Bleed" I bleed