Look! I'm taken to slaughter
It's neither about sects, nor of religion but more of a concern of humane conduct towards the animals. A tiding aroused the feelings of grief and pain for the innocent milch animals, and so i jot down this piece just so that i could give voice to their pain. How deep are my bruises, unlike the voice of my words. I just wish, someone could give air to my verse. My eyes are blinded, with the pain that I witness. My breaths are bloodied, with the bawls of illness. How bad my briskets thrive to, wean my little one. And to feel the divinity, of motherhood for my son. My milk is wringed, tempted by all. I see my kid starving, helpless, I bawl. I conceive unnaturally, my emotions shamed. Tyranny is gifted in return, for my honest fame. None ever saw me graze, in those wide fields. And none ever saw me wean my little kid. My thoughts stink red, red with blood state. With the days nearing, of my ultimate fate. Look!