Pigs Supper

I saw two golden pigs sitting at the bloody dining table on a theatrical stage, eating each other meat with forks and knives. The faceless crowd was clapping for them and chanting “blood.” I was discussed from the show and wanted to leave it, but I noticed I was chained to my seat and forced to watch. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I heard a voice screaming at me “WATCH! Truth can't be forgotten nor denied.” I asked when I could leave. The crowd turned their faces to me and whispered quietly, “When pigs finish their meal for the night.”