Slaughterhouse

There are laws for ethical slaughter of animals

And rules within religions for their treatment

But how is it that we have such rules for them

When humans die at such an enormous rate

And die in various manners of death obscene

It seems at times that humans are ignored

And their suffering counted as empty

When we are consigned to a modern fate

We've become metaphorical sheep
Modern living is our herd
Nobody cares for the dying

No one cares for the dead

Let the dead sleep, let the living live

We cry but cannot be heard

There is nothing to save us

But letting the living exist

And to fight against the end

With moral persistence and kindness