A few lucky animals fled
but trillions were in terror led
into the dark slaughterhouse shed
as they secreted adrenaline dread.
There their blood was cruelly shed
Now their bodies ecoli ridden are dead
Their blood full of
fat and uric acid is still red
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Would you believe as a child I had my own pet pig.. :) .. iip