Treasure Island

Ravi Panamanna

(21/09/1956 / Ottapalam- Kerala State- India)

The most unkindest cut of all

It is a common scene in these parts to see truck loads of cattle being despatched in the following manner to finally reach the hands of a butcher. Is it not a sin to squeeze out their sweat and blood in this manner? When will be the world out of its selfish motives?
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In a truck, in a heap,
It is a silent march unto death.
They are dispatched to unknown shores,
They are within twilight zones.

They are packed, they are marked.
They are squeezed, their life ransacked.
Away from the meads and gentle streams,
Unto sky, it is a tacit scream.

Silent are their eyes,
Violent is our vanquishing world.
And these quadrupeds in a few hours
Finally meet a butcher’s dagger.

Soon they fill our palate,
Over is the long, losing battle.
Teeth and fork enter a long clatter,
A chapter closes behind a clamorous laughter.

Where are our whispering brooks?
Where are our patting hands?
Their milk is our very blood,
But in return, we draw their blood.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Edited: Monday, February 16, 2009
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