If neatly chopped up animals Sit on a butcher’s tray, No one will gasp and feign offence Or turn the other way. Young eyes will not be shielded From the severed body parts, As folks stand there debating over Kidneys, brains or hearts. But dare display a picture From a day or two before, Of the animals, their parts intact Upon the slaughter floor With eyes rolled back in terror As they stand in line and wait For the bloody-aproned slaughterman To seal their gruesome fate The reaction will be hostile “How dare you let them see!” “You might upset the children!” “Disgraceful! Goodness me!” The tragic source of meat, it seems Must never reach young eyes, Instead folk try to hide the truth With “happy farmyard” lies. Is this because the grown-ups know If children knew their fate, With one accord they’d all refuse The meat upon their plate. (J. Moxham)
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 00:41:17 +0000
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