ROCKABYE....DOG/CAT MEAT TRADE

Rockaby, sad goodbye
Sweet puppy, all scorched
Rockabye, fire's eye
As you burn
Still alive
Slowly torched
You will leave this world soon
And peace you shall find
There is nothing to grieve for
In what you've left behind
This world is a hellhole
This world is the pits
For what kind of world
Roasts sweet puppies 
Fully conscious
On spits.
(Marion Price) 2017