Baby Factory Farm Animal Poem

Posted: March 25, 2015 in ag gag laws, cowspiracy, fear, Speciesism, vegan
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Baby Factory Farm Animal Poem

From precious birth it all begins
Quickly ripped away from my dear kin

I cry for days for mom to come
She never does and I am glum

I’d rather run and jump and play
But stand quite still and eat all day

Then one day, I leave my pen
Never to eat (or breath) again.

Mark Phipps
Mocha Vegan Podcast
mochavegan.com/podcast
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