<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Slaughtering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I claim not, fair or unfair, <br>But tell you, what I did see, <br>On the chicken slaughterer’s shop<br>When I ordered for the one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were numerous, <br>Moving and clucking, <br>Soft, white and vigorous, <br>Unaware to the death approaching, <br>For they were to be dined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man callous faced, <br>Clad in dress blood stained, <br>Caught one from the wings, <br>Pressed legs with a clumsy foot, <br>Wrenching neck, stifled throat, <br>With the thumb nail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a heart hardened by practice, <br>A long sharp knife, moved crosswise<br>Blood thick, red and warm, <br>Welling out from the cut, <br>Sprinkled staining the dress more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It uttered not a sound, a cry of pain<br>As we do, when crushed, <br>Under the feet of heavy woe.<br>For we have tongue, voice and wisdom, <br>But they not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Throbbing a little became still, <br>Cutting off legs, he ripped up, <br>Fluffy soft, feathery cloak.<br>A thing alive a moment ago, <br>Was lying lifeless to be served.<br>Then gutting out entrails, <br>He made pieces eight, <br>With a chopper sharp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows life and death, <br>Are cousins, close and intimate, <br>Who knows equal are the pangs, <br>Of death to great and small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On eating meet and being fierce, <br>O man! Detest not the animals, <br>You too are found of eating flesh, <br>But the difference is, <br>You eat spicy cooked, <br>And they bloody raw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be aware treat them with care, <br>Be loving, grateful and kind, <br>For they are the feeding servants, <br>Give you flesh and fur, milk and marrow, <br>And for the sake of yours, <br>Suffer painful agonizing death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464471" data-title="On Slaughtering de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="I claim not, fair or unfair, But tell you, what I did see, On the chicken slaughterer’s shop When I ordered for the one. They were numerous, Moving and clucking, Soft, white and vigorous, Unaware to the death approaching, For they were to..."></div> </div> </div>

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