No Death in My Meals

Original poem by MrVeggieman11 When I was young with Golden Arches in my sights, I was drawn to burgers, shakes and other such ‘delights’ My mind was captivated or should I say ‘captured’ with the promise of toys, the happy laughing faces that sing to girls and boys, the master ploys to cover our eyes, sitting blindfolded while we scoff burgers and fries. But in Y2K a film helped lift the disguise, allowed me to see through the lies that I’d been taught, suddenly I realised the delusion I had bought, what was on my plate had suffered a terrible fate. A life of pain and for what gain? Yet the blinders were not fully removed, I was partial to cheese and thought it was approved. They told me it was humane, yet to steal a baby’s milk, how is that sane? I heard a mothers cries, how could I continue, the logic defies? I gave it all up, familiar taste, tradition and habit, some think I now eat like a rabbit. But I tell them I eat from the earth and leave the animals to give birth.