The memory of a lost child

The festive season

As much as I love
To see the blissful morning of a festive day
the trembling feet of the crowd
And the colorful attire of the people
I feel exhilarated

But the slitting of the animal throat
And the burning of the animal skin
The pain and the fight for life
Reminds me of death
And the agony while soul departs

I feel reserved and thankful
For long life and humanity