The Cost
The Cost
It was a late night
After a party with tight.
Laid down on the bed,
As the darkness spread.
A glance from stages of the wave,
Women and child stood from the grave.
Anger, pain, tears, and burns were their emotion and
the kid stood with no motion.
She came closer,
wanted to award death with strange.
And there was a wrangle.
As I tried to get help,
yet I couldn’t yelp.
With hymns and utterance of names of god
In thin air, traveled the broad.
Days passed not her persist visit.
Not sure why she was behind me with a kid.
For no sin, I have committed to kin.
With no choice, made a voice.
As she claimed herself as part of the invoice,
Finally, she shared.
"At the cost of our life,
Every day we fear death, as you enjoy us with a knife.
We trusted the love it was for flesh that meant to be shove.
With Lust, my life decayed, as the trust swayed.
Selfie for achievement,
As we get enriched, for the entertainment.
Change your thoughts and Crust.
Spread my words to the herds.
Lest we abduct soul to achieve our goal,
Pain is universal irrespective of form.
Command lust or herds of species will be our fest."
The word got spread, and the thoughts got shared.
Some believed some laughed.
The laughed was crafted in hell.
The change kept others well.
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The poem is about consumption of meat and thoughts
of an animals before it gets slaughtered.