those little eyes...

God.... those little eyes
Those small trusting eyes,
peeping out, bewildered,
Through the slats, at the skies

Am I strange then? I think I
must be
For the pork beef and lamb, I
just do not see
Some old silly tears filled my
eyes up today, when I saw all
those sad eyes
Being taken away

I just can not see them for the
meat they will be
My vision is blind
To what my own species see
I just saw those scared eyes,
all stare back at me

And those old silly tears just
filled up my eyes
As I thought of their fear, the
betrayal, the lies

And god.....those little eyes....
All those scared little eyes....

Marion Price(2020)