Category : Poems
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At the walking distance from my home,
There's a small shop at the roadside.
A person is working hard there alone,
From 6 o'clock in the morning till 9 o'clock at night.
Wearing a white apron on his body,
Carrying a sharp chopper in his hand.
Enjoying his profession as his hobby,
Whoever is visiting his shop, he's greeting every man.
A big chopping board is placed on the counter,
He is chopping the meats, whether it's frozen or fresh.
If you want then give him a reminder,
He can cut the meat pieces in any shape.
Some peoples are calling him merciless,
Because he's killing the innocent creatures.
But, I think he is faultless,
After all, he is also doing everything for his survival...
hello everyone, I was watching a documentary in which animal rights activists blame butchers for the declination in population of meat producing animals such as lamb and chickens... they think them as the culprit for their insensitive behavior towards animals... but I don't think that it's only their fault.. bcz they are also doing these cruel things for their livelihoods... if they don't kill those animals then they will die because of starvation and in need of money.... in this poem too there may be some errors but now I am trying hard to improve 🙏😍
May 23, 2021