Mass Production

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94587
United States
37° 35' 42.828" N, 122° 2' 38.2884" W

Mass production of the living
Of the white veined flesh that many devour
From the helpless weeping animals
That were once free from the laws of the world,
And the cruelty of its makers
Now enslaved in what we call
Mass production

Though mass doesn’t equal fast
For that they
who have no say,
Do not produce these commodities,
In the blistering amount of time
That it takes to annihilate

Unconsciously consuming in seconds
The life of breathing breads
So quickly we throw away,
What takes so much time and effort to fabricate
But how do we create something a higher man has already created
How do we take away the freedom?
From the virtuous wild?
And put a price on such?

Not being asked to become ones corpse dinner
Animals are taken in batches
To be burned in their hides
And assembled with multiple body lashes

Though not many people see eye to eye with the subject at hand
Which isn’t for I to judge
Though for me to attempt to educate

For that
They lack the realization of the problem they’ve made
They have no clue of what they have done
Nor what they can do
But for there careless minds they do not grasp,
They do not grasp with their bloody hands of guilt
That mass production of the living
Is more a mass production of killing.

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