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02/07/2025

A little piglet sat on the cold ground, tears rolling down his cheeks, his tiny heart heavy with confusion and fear. “Where are they taking my mom?” he asked the nearby cow in a trembling voice. The cow lowered her head, her eyes filled with sorrow that comes from seeing this happen too many times. “For humans,” she whispered gently, “we animals are just food.” The piglet didn’t understand—he only knew he wanted to be with his mother, to feel her warmth, her comfort. But instead, he was left behind, watching helplessly as the human led her away, never to return. This pain is repeated every day in farms around the world, where baby animals lose their parents—sometimes within hours of being born. Their cries go unheard, their heartbreak unseen, simply because they are animals. If they could speak, their stories would be filled with grief, confusion, and a longing for love—just like any human child separated from their family. It’s time we open our hearts and realize: they feel everything we feel. Their love is real, their pain is deep, and their suffering is not justifiable.

01/07/2025

Slaughterhouse Poem

I will never see the sun rise, I will never see it set,
I will never feel a kind touch, I will never be a pet.
I will never feel love, for I will not be loved,
As I’m led to my murder, being prodded, poked and shoved.
As they cut my tender skin, I wondered who would care,
If anybody out there, would consider my despair.
For you did not see me die, and you did not see me bleed,
You did not hear me cry, for the meat that you don’t need.
You did not watch them kill me, you could not feel my pain,
You will try not to think of me, as you blindly eat again.
I was the cow you ate on Monday, the pig you had midweek,
I was the turkey for your Christmas, I was the calf you liked to eat.
I was the chicken in your sandwich, the duck you had for tea,
I felt pain beyond belief, but you never thought of me.
Because thinking can be painful, and you refuse to see,
That for every time you eat meat, those animals must bleed.
The cow was killed for Monday, the pig was scalded too,
The turkey lived for 16 weeks, and the calf had died for you.
The chicken lived inside a cage, the duck could hardly move,
And all of this suffering, occurred for so-called food.
I fail to see a reason, as there is no need,
When humans eat my meat, it is purely for their greed.
You may think you’re above me, that you have advantage,
But a kind, innocent creature, is better than a savage.
So next time you’re out shopping, try to feel some guilt,
For those animals have died, for your eggs, your meat and milk.
My heroes are those people, who will not bite into me,
So I ask a simple favor, and please stop eating meat.
I’m asking for the cows, the pigs and all the sheep,
I’m asking for the birds, who are more than just some meat.
They can’t speak themselves, so please let’s be their voice,
Every one born into this, for them there was no choice.
For you did not see me die, and you did not see me bleed,
You did not hear me cry, for the meat that you don’t need.

~ Anonymous ~

27/06/2025

"Far more blest is the atheist who discharges his worldly responsibilities, accepting them as his honourable duty, than the man who presumes himself a devout believer in God yet shirks the responsibilities apportioned to him through divine law and runs after sadhus, saints, and yogis, seeking relief from the suffering which ultimately would have effected his eternal liberation."

Meher Baba

Sparks from Meher Baba, Compiled by Delia de Leon and Kitty Davy , pg. 16

16/06/2025

I am not just meat. I had dreams too... maybe not like yours, but I dreamed of running free, of feeling the sun on my back, of being with my family. I never understood why I was brought into this world just to suffer and be taken away. I cry not because I'm weak, but because I know my life means nothing to those who hold the knife.

Why do my tears go unnoticed? Why does my pain not matter? I’m not just a body for your plate… I am a soul begging for one more breath. Please… let me live.

🙏💔

07/06/2025

It's always possible to be kind. 🐷🧡

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