Sing

So many pigs.
So little space.
It's hot and cold
in the same time.
Their feet are still.
Their hearts in race.
They sweat from heat,
the chill is in their minds.

So many pigs
are crammed inside
this little space
of mine.
They're dirty,
they're afraid,
their skins are soft,
they're breathing hard.

You let them out,
they stay inside.
To free them
they must
die.

They never sing,
they only cry,
they all know
they must
die.