Slaughtet Train Poem by Saiom Shriver
Slaughtet Train
The train full of slaughterhouse cars
rolls through states... the sheep are huddled
together sometimes bleating.. sometimes
silent. The cows and pigs press their noses
against the metal. In the winter they
freeze in mountain passes and treeless plains
as winds rip through. In the summer
they roast. Trains and more often trucks are often
involved in crashes in which the animals are crushed.
Many companies violate even the most minimum
standards regarding
food, water, and downed*
animals.
Federal
regulations say downed
animals (not able to
stand) can not be
butchered for human
mouths. These regulations
are often not enforced.
Many diseased animals
are put into pet food
or fed to other animals
slaughter-bound.
Many airlines
are refusing to ship primates
to laboratories for research.
It is time for trains, trucks
and planes to stop
transporting animals
for murderous slaughterhouses
or labs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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