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Theme: Cruelty


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?


More By  :  Kulbir Bhalla

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very different poem,nice

30-Jul-2012 01:43 AM

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