Knives cover the room

Blood splatters the floor

And what looks like guts follow through

But the aprons are completely white

Bodies

Limp and frail, hang helplessly

I can almost hear the screams

Echoing from the limp and frail

Bubbling pots

Sizzling oil

Sensational spices fill my nose, guilt follows

But the aprons are completely white

Arms outstretched

A smile follows

Death, suffering and pain echoes

“Welcome to the kitchen”

This is why I’m vegan.