I Saw You and You Me. By CpSingleton © 2014
I saw your face through the slats.
You looked confused and fed up,
Stuffed in to that tight space
With god knows how many others.
I looked at you and knew that
Your life was in its final hours.
That you would possibly feel
The fear of others right before
I wanted your release.
I yearned to pull open the back door, but
You and one hundred of your trapped kind
Running around the streets, curly tails
In the air, squeaking with the joy
Of the fresh airs filling your lungs,
Would finally see me dragged into
The padded cell I have just avoided.
How do I think I can eat a chop,
A succulent, juicy, tasty chop,
Now that I saw your eyes and
That you looked into my conscience?