They have no say

Locked up all day

Living their life only by the second

They never know, when they will go?

They sit in a crate, waiting

A trade in for a five minute meal

Is the trade in of death

The have no chance to live

Born and bred for you to eat

Only for you to mistreat it.

They sit in a crate, waiting

That was a animals life,

That you just charred on the grill.

Medium rare,

Rarer than the life they never got to live.

They sit in a crate, waiting

They have a silent conversation

Through pleas of there eyes,

Hoping their sentence will change

Hoping they will survive

But its life, a full sentence

But no jury to decide.

There only crime was being born as a animal.

Don’t forget we are animals too.