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Did you know my mother?
I'm told her name was Belle.
I don't know what she looked like
but have memories of her smell.
Did you ever hear my mother?
Did her cries pull at your heart?
I remember them quite clearly,
when the men pulled us apart.
Did you drink from my mother?
Did you ever taste her milk?
Did you feel her face against yours?
Was her skin as soft as silk?
I've been told I had two brothers,
and my sisters numbered four,
Then my mother went to slaughter,
of no value anymore.
Were you there with my mother?
Did you look into her eyes?
Did you see the fear within them?
Did you listen to her cries?
And now MY end is coming,
I am waiting with my friends,
We are huddled close together,
In this place where all life ends.
Will you be there at our slaughter?
For the flesh you want to eat.
Will you ever think about us?
When you buy that piece of meat.
It’s my turn now; I’m moving.
I am going to my end.
I am urged with shouts and kicking,
and with sticks that never bend.
I am thinking of my mother,
and remembering her smell.
And I know we'll meet in heaven,
and forget this life called Hell.