Sounds Of the Slaughterhouse

Sounds of the slaughterhouse

Bleed into the air

Time turned the volume down

And no one seems to care

Cognitive dissonance

A waste of precious life

Contribute to the renaissance

Or fall behind the lines

Welcome to the slaughterhouse

We gas ‘em every day

We’re paid to feed the voters mouths

As they turn away

And outside

A vigil

The people mourn

A prayer

Against a prayer

Of why they’re born

Sounds of the slaughterhouse

Hidden from the mass

Trucks bustle in and out

Production at its best

Bolt gun to the temple

Strung up by the feet

Slashed clean and simple

Drained just to eat

From factory to free range

They all come down the line

They might’ve been happy

But now tension’s tight

For product

And profit

A system placed

Tethered

To a lifeline

They think they can’t replace

The slashing

And the thrashing

Feeling burned alive

Of infants

And mothers

Birthed just to die

How do you define suffering?

How do you justify the killing?

Oh how I was blind to the unwilling

Now I find a moral agency

Sounds of the slaughterhouse

Bleed into the air

Time turned the volume down

And no one seems to care