two goats
escaped from the slaughterhouse
decided to spend
the rest of their lives together
somewhere
far from human sight
they thought
they would board a bus
and go somewhere green
somewhere natural
where no wild animals dwell
because wild animals kill
when they are hungry
humans kill
and make sure
you never get up again
they reached the bus stop
of course
everyone saw them
some laughed
some stared
some mocked
they could not hide
from anyone’s judgement
even the bus
refused to take them
they did not have
a goat pass
soon
they were all over the news
two goats on the run
but they could not run far
they had dreamed
of meadows
of running freely
through the grass
eating their favourite leaves
grazing
like there was no tomorrow
far from the sound
of cutting machines
guns
sharp blades
far from the place
where they had seen
their families
friends
and relatives
for the last time
they only wanted
to live without fear
to wake up
without wondering
who would disappear next
but somewhere
someone would find them
and think of dinner
to us
they are only
walking delicacies
and here I am
writing about
their fear
their escape
their little dream
of freedom
shame on me
I am writing this
eating mutton



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