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.