Suffering for sale

I see them carrying the weight of our meals on their shoulders. Their lives mutilated just for the sake of this so called superior specie. Chained up, amputated of all freedom. Reduced to yet another meal satisfie human needs. I won't eat that suffering. I won't enjoy their slavery. I won't drink their blood. Emprisoned, robbed of their identity. Forced, 'till finally they succumb to be suffering for sale.