Pork Product

You are not and a living being anymore,
Nor an animal who suffers and feels fear.
Dignity is something you lost between the eyes
And the stomach of your murders.
You are not and living being, nor an animal to respect.
Injustice at birth, injustice during your miserable life,
Injustice at your awful death.
Selfish and ignorance brings the scorn
That takes you to the holocaust.
The murderers breed you, the murderers eat you,
And the murderers forget you.
They transform you into a pork product.
We’ll never forget your gaze,
Your scream of terror when the next murderers will
Try to justify their criminal conduct.
We wish them the same hell which they have condemned you.