A Life full of Suffering

It started on the first day, yes in the first moment of my life, a suffering that only came to an end when I died. I was a pig, just a pig. If I had been born a dog, half the world would have screamed for justice if I had been treated like that, but I was just a pig born to be subjected to six months of martyrdom for me to eat could be. A life. No life actually. From the beginning. But I belonged to someone and people can do what they want with their property, even if a heart beats in that property. It does not matter. Nearly. Dogs are different. Cats too. But not pigs.