Over the hill there's a factory, nwith walls a mile high and behind nthose walls lies a killing floor nwhere thousands of animals die. So nwelcome to the factory farm where nmurder means production. Its the nproduct of supply and demand nsupported by your consumption. And nso you swallow the lies and end ntheir lives but could you face nthis horror? Could you stand and nwatch as the blade slides across ntheir throat-their body is hung nupside down and they bleed to ndeath before you? Could you stand nand watch as the bolt drives nthrough their skull? Watch them as nthey flail about and not have it naffect you? Could you stand and nwatch as they beat an animal to ndeath? A full sized axe smashed nagainst its skull until there's nnothing left. How the fuck can you nstand and watch as a life becomes na product, or as a child is ripped nfrom its mother to become the next nto receive this? These are lives, nnot products. These are cows, not nbeef. These are pigs, not pork. nThese are chickens, not poultry. nThese are calves, not veal. These nare lives, not products. These are nanimals, just as we, and they ndeserve to be free. Not the nvoiceless victims of a murderous nprocess where we claim nsuperiority. Its up to every one nof us to stop this murder and it nstarts on an individual level. nLets make the choice to raise our nvoice and not let up until they ntear every last factory down! From nthe moment of birth their nhardships begin. They'll be wanted nfor their flesh , their eggs, ntheir milk, their fur, their skin. nThey'll be chained into veal ncrates, or cages stacked up high, nand depending on their gender some nare simply left to die. Fed a nsteady diet or rendered waste from ntheir own kind. They'll be injected nwith hormones and drugs to keep nthem all alive. Confined and nforced to inhale the stench of ngrowing piles of waste. Some will nbecome violent and neurotic due to nlack of space. And the animals nraped for their eggs and milk- nwhen their productive life is nthrough, they'll be shipped off to nslaughter in hopes that they'll be nconsumed by me and you. Paraded nthrough the slaughterhouse where nthey'll soon be known as meat. The nstench of blood and entrails from nthe floor beneath their feet. nThey'll watch the ones before them nand hear their final cries of npain. Imagine the terror in their nminds as they watch their families nget slain. Their blood is cursing nthrough your veins. Suffer their nscreams, suffer their pain. Remove nthe blindfold from your eyes. You nhave no right to take their lives. nIn the name of convenience they nare victims of greed. Why support ntorture for a product you don't nneed? Stop for a moment, look in ntheir eyes. Watch what you are nguilty of-watch the way they die. nFew of us know what it is to fight nwhen you've already struggled with nall of your might. Few of us know nwhat it is to fight when its a nmatter of death or a matter of nlife. Few of us know what it is to nfight against neglect and abuse nthat is kept out of sight. Few of nus know what it is to fight when nyou have no defense against the nblade of the knife. nn