Unable to turn, can barely breathe

Who could have done this to me?

I miss my family, my friends

Why couldn’t they have just let me be

What I thought was my salvation

A ride to a new, beautiful home

Is now a prison, a torture chamber

A place I can no longer roam

I know not of my fate, nor where I am

The only thing that I’m able to do

Is squeal, cry in anguish

No real food, I can’t even chew

But wait, here comes my salvation!

A conveyor to my family, I can’t wait

But then, all I see is blackness

To my only assured fate

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