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I am vermilion in death created from cinnabar

My blood so red as well as tangled and barbed

I have been sliced

Then spiced and diced

All for you delectation

And you say it’s all about global privation

But I am not sure it goes that far

And should this be the answer

To feed those who are starved

Scything through forests

Burning and scorching earth

This kind of policy is too absurd

Sixty four percent of land

Now used for cattle rearing

My bovine end life is fast nearing

Even though growing food is appearing

Like the best alternative

To feed the whole world

But is only going to work

If everyone participates

Does not hoards but actually shares

But history tells us it’s easy said than done

Believe being cattle these days is definitely no fun.