In 2010, I read the enlightening book Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer. This was roughly a year after watching the very emotional documentary Death on a Factory Farm. Feeling inspired, I wrote a “poem” that expressed triggered feelings – that poem is also called Eating Animals. As years passed, I always had Eating Animals in my head and continually wanted to share it with the world. But it’s not always appropriate to discuss the perils of factory farming. I managed to perform my spoken word piece live only a handful of times… ever. But then, in 2015, I decided to get an animated video produced to illustrate my lyrics and create a more immersive experience that can be shared anytime. The goal of this video is to spread awareness and ask people to think about what they eat and where it comes from.
Lyrics by Zach Grossman
We eat flesh constantly, religiously and wickedly. We chomp on KFC and Mickey D’s delicious number 3’s.
But you’re the chicken, easily, if you can’t watch a DVD of factories that murder animals compassion-free. Tragically we sometimes think our meat comes magically and not from torture, as it does actually.
When we eat beef, how often do we question how each animal lived and suffered defeat?
Not that we ask how we farm our wheat, but there’s no suffering to plants and trees – compared to how we artificially force pigs to breed. As the mothers lose their will to breathe, their babies bleed inconspicuously. These animals live listlessly as the ‘employees’ kill freely.
It’s really quite disturbing that it’s all hidden behind such a thin curtain, yet most ignore on purpose, for certain.
There’s more in store for a person who eats this perverted version of beef then losing sleep. The industry pulls the wool over our eyes like sheep, as antibiotic-resistant bacteria creep into our teeth.
The future’s bleak if this catastrophe continues to spread internationally, and intelligent animals lose sanctuary.
Intelligent cannibals, humans, give thanks and bury furry, feathered friends down the hatch with curry in a hurry. Saying “grace” saves face, bless the neck down of this animal race but the head has no place on our plates.
We have no basis to rate the steak as great, because the cow was shipped from out of state with no name plate. So the meat we make and bake, then eat, is fake because no one seeks the time to take our kind consumers to the factory line – where death is blind and torture goes undefined.
Think about your order next time you dine…