At the lights,
I find myself looking into her sad,
Pushed from behind,
The bars of the truck hitting her face.
It looks like she's in pain.
Is it the pain on her face?
Or is it the guilt of my own?
It's veal stir-fry tonight.
Those poor cows,
They suffer that fate,
They might as well, also use them as bait.
If they could scream they would,
While they're killing them for food.
But if it were you,
Would you save lives or eat?