The Killing Fields
Everyday we hear creatures
crying loudly in their rage
In fields drenched with blood and decay
as they line up for their slaughter
And beyond those killing fields
are the ranting of the justified
"The Book says it's okay - they
have hoofed feet," they proclaim.
They slash the life away
and lick up the crumbs
then stuff them in a cellophane
and plastic burial.