Why I am a Vegetarian...

An ordinary day on the streets
Went by as an ordinary day would
It began with a morning sun
And closed with evening, as it should,
The cars honked without humour
At the stubborn red light,
Their headlights flashing so furiously
You wouldn't know it was night!

And while the traffic-man napped
As the commuters flocked in,
I waited patiently by the signal
And witnessed a cardinal sin...
The broiler by the road
Had intentions rather foul
Of re-enacting the Revolution
With some unsuspecting fowl!

These feathered 'aristocrats'
Caged and bound by their feet
Struggled fruitlessly against the Fates
That would have them served as Sunday meat,
Meanwhile, the butcher's guillotine
Gleamed with giddy guileless glee
Awaiting one head after another
Of chickens too frightened to flee.

It was a most unceremonious end
To a quiet clucking life,
As their heads plopped into a bucket
With every slice of the knife!
An adrenaline-induced squawk
With panicked flapping of wings,
Being what was last heard or seen of them
As they wrapped up their innings.

But the most disturbing of all
Was what possessed them in death,
Their beheaded bodies twitching terribly
While I watched with bated breath,
As they were skinned with skill
To reveal the viscera and flesh,
Without the slightest of chances
Of starting over afresh...

Although my stomach rebelled strongly,
Flipping and turning in protest,
My eyes remained fixed
To this hypnotic blood-fest...
It was quite the relief, thus
When the signal changed,
And I drove past this carnage
To adopt a diet less deranged!