It's peaceful indoorsAnd the kitchen is warmForgotten - the noiseAnd the fear and the harmThat put the animal on the feasting table Can you celebrate peaceWhen your food wasn't able To know the same?Far away is the painOf the faceNow removedNow replacedWith a plate.Could our placemats be kindnessTo the creatures that trust usCan our hands spare the bloodshed We don't see before us.

Copyright LJ Ireton