A Little Pig's Cry

Mom, I don't want to die.
I want to see this beautiful world.
I'm only a few years old.
But they are planning to take my life soon.

Mom I don't want to die.
But they took me away,
To a dark room along with our own kind.
We are all scared, Mom.

Mom, I don't want to die.
Where are you? Help me.
I don't see them coming back anymore.
I only hear a cry from afar.

Mom, I don't want to die.
But it's already my turn.
I am going to miss you.
Please remember me always.

Mom I don't want to die.
They stabbed my stomach.
They slit my throat.
I cried as loudly as I could.

Mom I don't want to die.
I squealed in pain,
As I see my own blood flowing out of me.
The world around me is getting dark.

Mom, I don't want to die.
But they didn't understand me.
They only laughed as they talked about me.
But their voices are fading now.

Mom, I don't want to die.
But God is calling me now.
He said it wasn't my time yet.
But He still welcomes me.

Mom, I didn't want to die.
Don't let this happen to my siblings.
Don't let them die for the wicked beings.
They deserve to live.

Mom, I didn't want to die.
But I already am.

Note: My writing prompts come at the most unusual times and at the oddest places. This one was inspired when I was riding a jeepney on the way home and I heard a  pig's squeal/scream along the highway. It was a distressful cry that it made me impulsively compose in my mind because I had no pen and paper in hand. When it was safer, I decided to get my phone and write the whole thing until I reached home.