Thanksgiving dinner and cat food, our patriotic dutyA Poem by AshesWhere does mama's turkey come from? What's "premium" cat food made of? What's a choice and what's a lie?A scream rings down the metallic halls another one killed in the humane slaughter house at least it lived on grass for 11 hours 59 minutes and 59 seconds a day There's a hand mixed in with the entrails oh well it was just another immigrant there's another one waiting for the hope of a white country and USD$2 an hour at the humane disassembly line we'll just get another soon enough This is what we do for the "choice of meat" they tell us stuffing us with corporate propaganda like the turkey on mamas thanksgiving table of the gullet of a foie gras goose locked in our patriotic cage of red white and blue as we wait our turn to be someone else’s leather chair Ignore our moral obligations to be equal and treat others to it as well no matter the barrier of sex, class, race, gender and species though the infrastructure of capital slaughterhouses force our dreams to the knife with throats bared Revolution, revolution called out at the cadaver savaging plant a little too late since the cat's eating the left over’s of the turkey in the oven that's being made for you to eat and be deceived to look away from life’s options On the count of one... two... three... choose your life or the one for sale © 2008 AshesAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 24, 2008 AuthorAshesDenver, COAboutI'm genderqueer, a vegan, an activist, pagan, anarchist, wandering tarot reader/herbalist/poet that's settled in Colorado at the moment, a street kid, and both a fighter and a lover. I'm also a littl.. more..Writing
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