I woke up particularly vegan this morning, and this poem kind of just.. came out.
Happy Mother’s Day to those
who are exploited,
Because of our choices
To consume
What we don’t need.
Over and over.
It’s a fucking killing spree.
A movement that’s laughed at,
All while we like act that
Throats aren’t slit.
You are unfit
To call yourself an environmentalist,
When really, you’re fundamentalists
In this cult that calls murder
‘lunch’.
Happy Mother’s Day.
You know who I’m talking to, right?
Because if I hear one more person,
Not realise that her son
Is slaughtered
At 18 weeks
(Of his twenty-year life span)
I’ll lose it.
Happy Mother’s Day
To the mothers
who bring their babies into this world.
-They have a connection,
(Created from a manufactured erection)
And a ‘rape rack’
Their term, not mine)-
The mothers
Who scream and cry
And chase (if they can move),
As their babies are removed.
Because we think it’s normal.
Desperate to conform to
The status quo.
But, it is abnormal.
it’s fucking weird
To forcibly rape a living being.
Force her to be pregnant
For nine months
And then steal
the baby.
To slaughter him for veal,
And maybe
You didn’t know
That he’s kept in a crate
For weeks, just to wait
To die.
It’s so his flesh is tender.
And maybe
You didn’t know
That the baby girls
Are taken too,
They’ll be mothers, they’ll go through
The same hell.
We recycle their bodies, to sell.
And then, they’re useless.
So they’re murdered
At 4 years old.
Many without even feeling grass.
All for a glass
of milk.
Happy Mother’s Day.
A Vegan Adventurer 