Thoughts of a veggie
I wonder when i look at the burger being eaten i think, is it that of one or many cows? If one what was it like? What personality traits would it have had, had it been given a proper life. Was it a confident personality, loud and proud? Or more quiet and reserved. Was it a he or a she? Was it tall or short? and also was it scared? Did it ever feel happiness, even for one second during its life? I hope it did, even for a moment. Although in all honesty i can’t see how it would have. I highly doubt it did. But maybe just one slight bit of hope, prehaps a bit of sun through a crack, a moment when the pain stopped, wheb it was accidently given slightly more food than the bare essentials, something to hang on to in a life of misery. But in my gut i know, the happy part of its life, where all the pain stopped was the end. A painful death, when all the pain and misery will have flushed out of its body, along with its depressing life.
I wonder how long it lived? How old it was when it was murdered? And was it a painful death, or did it not notice? I know in a lot of the times its a bad experience, i hope it didnt know what was going on, and it thought of nothing. And as its life flashed before its eyes, i truly hope it had one happy thought to fall back on. Before its cruel existence was wiped away violently in a blaze of evil.
Other people just see food, even after all the information that comes out, but some see a cow, a life, something intrinsically valuable, not to me or to you but to a few cows in a farm not long ago. A mother, a father ripped away from their child. A little child, scared, in pain, tortured, beaten and murdered. This is worth more than fucking £5 at McDonald’s. This is worth everything in the world, even if its not to me and you.
Nobody has ever thought of this cow, nobody has ever cared. But i wish it couldve known, i care. Im thinking of it. And im against the brutality it endured.
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