Animals yelp in agonising pain,
Yet the butcher goes on.
Lands once untouched now filled with such filth,
Yet the butcher goes on.
Trees stood up tall, now chopped in half,
Yet the butcher goes on.
Oceans were so sparkly, now so grey and murky,
Yet the butcher goes on.
So stop now. There will be nothing left.
Will there be water left for your childre?
Do you want the butcher to go on?
by Rachel
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