It's peaceful indoors
And the kitchen is warm
Forgotten - the noise
And the fear and the harm
That put the animal on the feasting table
Can you celebrate peace
When your food wasn't able
To know the same?
Far away is the pain
Of the face
Now removed
Now replaced
With a plate.
Could our placemats be kindness
To the creatures that trust us
Can our hands spare the bloodshed
We don't see before us.
Copyright LJ Ireton
