Porky

by Kulbir Bhalla

I tried my best—

Became a pest—

But this livestock truck

I couldn’t duck;

To a slaughterhouse I’m being taken,

Where I’ll be made into bacon.

On a farm, I was raised;

Now I look dazed

As I look at you—

You in my view.

I’ve no friend;

My life comes to an end;

Where’s my God to protect me?

Where? Where? Can you see?

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very different poem,nice

flame
30-Jul-2012 01:43 AM