The Feedlot.
Sterile halls and frozen meat.
A harvest where the heart should beat.
You flesh is profit, you death is cheap.
A system built to you mind sleep.
The genome kills the will.
the new law kills.
More silence.
No shame.
Only number no human name.
They call it safety, call it law.
A razor hidden in the paw.
They know your pain.
You are genetic trash without a brain.
The verdict is made.
taxes, lies and pain.
In the labs the surgeons reap.
A herd too tired to break or weep.
More silence.
No shame.
Only number no human name.
The Feedlot
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