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See them lying on the side
Red, yellow, black and brown
Don’t their parents tell them
Death will mow them down.
Faster than a cheetah
Stronger than an ox
Killing without hunger
A silent long steel box.
Left to rot in sunlight
Not killed for fur or meat
Rotting in their thousands
In sweltering summer’s heat
Some say it is just accidents
I say just more bad plans
Cutting through their game trails
The flashing wheels of man
No thought to mount deer whistles
No thought to use the horn
No thought to build cross-unders
Yet we lament more aren’t born
Protest the thousands used for coats
Protest the thousands used in labs
Say naught of the uncounted ones
Killed there on the super slabs
© Tuscy Igo 3-9-01
The Corridors of Death
Are open every day
You never have to wait
There’s always room to play
Step across the yellow line
Walk across the white
Come down before breakfast
Or at two o’clock at night
If you live you’re welcome
Life guarrantees your place
No one will ask your sex
Or cares about your race
Walk down in your skin
Slither crawl or fly
Rush right on over
Enjoy your right to die
©Tuscy Igo 15 May 03
The Corridors of Death
Are open every day
And nothing PETA does
Has slowed death on his way
Step across the white line
Pause for just a bit
You may not hear him coming
You may not feel him hit
Your race it does not matter
Your sex is no concern
He’ll take your pets and children
Do you feel his hunger burn
He does not care your species
Whether raptor, wolf or sheep
He’ll take the last one of your kind
And lose not a moments sleep
Locked up in the cold steel
On swift black flashing feet
Your life is all that matters
A morsel just to eat
The bodies of your children
Or pained cries of your mate
He’ll use to draw you closer
Like some macabre bait
©Tuscy Igo 15 May 03