Mass Production

Mass production of the living Of the white veined flesh that many devour From the helpless weeping animals That were once free from the laws of the world, And the cruelty of its makers Now enslaved in what we call Mass production Though mass doesn’t equal fast For that they who have no say, Do not produce these commodities, In the blistering amount of time That it takes to annihilate Unconsciously consuming in seconds The life of breathing breads So quickly we throw away, What takes so much time and effort to fabricate But how do we create something a higher man has already created How do we take away the freedom? From the virtuous wild? And put a price on such? Not being asked to become ones corpse dinner Animals are taken in batches To be burned in their hides And assembled with multiple body lashes Though not many people see eye to eye with the subject at hand Which isn’t for I to judge Though for me to attempt to educate For that They lack the realization of the problem they’ve made They have no clue of what they have done Nor what they can do But for there careless minds they do not grasp, They do not grasp with their bloody hands of guilt That mass production of the living Is more a mass production of killing.