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Stop The Killers.

Contributed by nail-to-the-head on Monday, 15th November 2004 @ 08:00:50 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Here you lie upon a plate,
Born and forced into your fate.
No room to move, to grow or live,
Metal bars hold you in,
Beaten and scared all your life,
Just to end up under the knife?
There’s only one way that we can help,
Change your diet, throw meat out!
Go vegetarian or maybe vegan
Stop the killers!…..meat industry even!

04.11.04
+ nail-to-the-head +




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Re: Stop The Killers. (User Rating: 1 )
by Rxqueen on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 12:30:18 AM AEST
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What is that book about the meat industry back in the early days called...? I have to think of the name... Urgh I can't remeber, but I think you should read it. I love meat, but i liked your poem.


Re: Stop The Killers. (User Rating: 1 )
by Rxqueen on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 12:41:52 AM AEST
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Oh ok I found it It is called THE JUNGLE by UPTON SINCLAIR you should read it... here is the link to read it online http://sunsite3.berkeley.edu/Literature/Sinclair/TheJungle/ here is anparagraph from it...

It was only when the whole ham was spoiled that it came into the department of Elzbieta. Cut up by the two-thousand-revolutions- a-minute flyers, and mixed with half a ton of other meat, no odor that ever was in a ham could make any difference. There was never the least attention paid to what was cut up for sausage; there would come all the way back from Europe old sausage that had been rejected, and that was moldy and white – it would be dosed with borax and glycerine, and dumped into the hoppers, and made over again for home consumption. There would be meat that had tumbled out on the floor, in the dirt and sawdust, where the workers had tramped and spit uncounted billions of consumption germs. There would be meat stored in great piles in rooms; and the water from leaky roofs would drip over it, and thousands of rats would race about on it. It was too dark in these storage places to see well, but a man could run his hand over these piles of meat and sweep off handfuls of the dried dung of rats. These rats were nuisances, and the packers would put poisoned bread out for them; they would die, and then rats, bread, and meat would go into the hoppers together. This is no fairy story and no joke; the meat would be shoveled into carts, and the man who did the shoveling would not trouble to lift out a rat even when he saw one – there were things that went into the sausage in comparison with which a poisoned rat was a tidbit. There was no place for the men to wash their hands before they ate their dinner, and so they made a practice of washing them in the water that was to be ladled into the sausage. There were the butt-ends of smoked meat, and the scraps of corned beef, and all the odds and ends of the waste of the plants, that would be dumped into old barrels in the cellar and left there. Under the system of rigid economy which the packers enforced, there were some jobs that it only paid to do once in a long time, and among these was the cleaning out of the waste barrels. Every spring they did it; and in the barrels would be dirt and rust and old nails and stale water – and cartload after cartload of it would be taken up and dumped into the hoppers with fresh meat, and sent out to the public's breakfast. Some of it they would make into "smoked" sausage – but as the smoking took time, and was therefore expensive, they would call upon their chemistry department, and preserve it with borax and color it with gelatine to make it brown. All of their sausage came out of the same bowl, but when they came to wrap it they would stamp some of it "special," and for this they would charge two cents more a pound.




Re: Stop The Killers. (User Rating: 1 )
by freckle on Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 09:25:18 PM AEST
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My husband would love this poem! I haven't eaten veal in years because of him! I like your poem!


Re: Stop The Killers. (User Rating: 1 )
by Live2Die on Thursday, 20th January 2005 @ 12:16:40 AM AEST
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Awesome poem! I happen to think meat is rather nasty. Tho I eat chicken and turkey, I refuse to eat anything else.


Re: Stop The Killers. (User Rating: 1 )
by nail-to-the-head on Thursday, 20th January 2005 @ 06:27:53 PM AEST
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you should visit peta2.com watch some of their vids on there.... maybe that will even make you changed your mind about chicken and turkey!


Re: Stop The Killers. (User Rating: 1 )
by Rhymingron on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 06:09:01 PM AEST
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Someone said, "man cannot live by bread alone." I would expand that to include vegetables, but I did like your poem.




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