Every Bloody Day – The Global Slaughterhouse

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Every new day.

a part of me suffers and dies

along with all the animals

who suffer and die

because of the wickedness

of the species I belong to.

And there’s no ray of sunlight,

no brisk or gentle breeze,

no heady flower scent,

no cascade of soft moonlight,

no fog of mystic oblivion,

neither blanket of a deepest sleep,

that can, for a few instants,

make me forget or lessen

the horrendous nightmare 

that we make withstand

to the whole living world.

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