Dreadfully scared and confused

they are crammed with other hopless ones

awaiting their hopeless fate.

The closest thing they have to a name is a tag with a number

representing merely when they are due to die.

Always kicked to the side like they are nothing,

they live everyday in an overcrowded pen

barely ever seeing the sun unless it creeps through the window.

As the days pass, confused and innocent they await their fate

that they have no control over.

Do people realize what they are really doing?

Do they even care?