A HINT OF BLACK

Unseen

150 million per day,

56 billion each year murdered

This is a massacre of unimaginable proportions

and no one bats an eye

Breathing, feeling individuals

Reduced to the number on their ear

Exploited and dismantled

There is a price for most of our 'foods'

that is far greater than the tags in the supermarkets

An entire existence for 15 minutes of pleasure

That is not a bargain

But it's not our price to pay

And also: bacon though!

The path to the plate is a hidden one

And it is made so easy to look away

There is no room for compassion

in the grinding wheels of industrial murder

But if there is blood on our plates

There is blood on our hands

We may not hold the knife

But we command the executioner

We decide on life and death

three times a day

We decide!

And I have singed countless death sentences

Without even thinking about it

I made many wrong decisions

But none do I regret as much

as consuming those souls

Turning my body into their graveyard

And I am sorry, so sorry

That I was blind to your pain

That I was deaf to your screams

That I was ignorant to your suffering

and silent to the injustice

Never again.

I promise you, never again!