My Food

My food didn’t spend its life in a filthy cage.

My food didn’t bleed, scream in terror or cry out in mercy.

My food wasn’t trapped, stabbed, shot, burnt, debeaked, castrated, skinned, beaten, tortured, or denied sunlight.

My food wasn’t crammed into a truck and transported for days without food or water.

My food wasn’t torn away from its mother after birth.

This is why I’m vegan.