Pigs becoming bacon
Sheep so goddamn slaughtered
Christ, Jesus where am I?
LeeAnn, I sincerely wonder how many non-artistes can truly appreciate these lines. Grateful to you for being on the same wavelength!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Food for thoughts. Food for living and surviving. Fantastic one Brother.
Asim, I love the way your feedback incorporates philosophy and living for survival via food. Greatly appreciate your support and encouragement, Brother!