Saiom Shriver - Slaughtet Train

The train full of slaughterhouse cars
rolls through states... the sheep are huddled
together sometimes bleating.. sometimes
silent. The cows and pigs press their noses
against the metal. In the winter they
freeze in mountain passes and treeless plains

as winds rip through. In the summer
they roast. Trains and more often trucks are often
involved in crashes in which the animals are crushed.

Saiom Shriver

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