Last day while I was trying to match my steps with dad during the early morning walks, I caught a glimpse of a butcher raising it’s knife towards a Lamb’s neck. The Lamb was making noise…
Yes! Thats what hit me hard. Noise? It actually isnt any noise… The poop Lamb was pleading for it’s life. Its mother maybe lamenting in the backyard.
If they could speak…could we humans still kill and eat them?
Could we still chop them off while they cry and beg us in words?
HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY INDIANS.