meatmeanzmurder

Living Graves

 

We are the living graves of murdered beasts,

Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites.

We never pause to wonder at our feasts,

If animals, like men, can possibly have rights.

We pray on Sundays that we may have light,

To guide our footsteps on the path we tread.

We're sick of war, we do not want to fight -

The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread,

And yet - we gorge ourselves upon the dead.

 

Like carrion crows we live and feed on meat,

Regardless of the suffering and the pain

we cause by doing so, if thus we treat

defenceless animals for sport or gain,

how can we hope in this world to attain

the PEACE we say we are so anxious for.

We pray for it o'er hecatombs of slain,

to God, while outraging the moral law,

thus cruelty begets it's offspring - WAR.

 

 ~ attributed to George Bernard Shaw

The golden arches of greed

I see another person march  
Through the dastardly golden arch  
Ordering another super size Big Mac  
Whilst the cue of people wait in line  
To slap Ronald's greasy corporate back.  
So that another obese waistline swells  
Whilst ruining the future of our beautiful world  
Never caring for the people they slowly kill  
As long as they back away from the responsibility  
For the sound of the till.  

As another freeze dried piece of modified hen  
Sizzles with corn in the same oil  
Isn't it time that cheapskate,  
Unhygienic tactics like these  
Were quickly bought to the boil?  
As another young child wheezes  
Just adding to a populations list of diseases  
By sucking in the impressionable  
It's tragic the lengths you will for money  
You really would put anything on the table
Hanging on any gimmick  
That you mass advertise and deploy  
It just seems as if the trusted public  
And their health has now become your toy.  

Seeing them getting hooked,  
Scoffing on your junk  
Watching as their moods  
Swung and sunk  
Anyway are we really sure what we are eating?  
Maybe include that in your next meeting!
Instead of just thinking about  
What you can make or save  
And start considering your customers  
Instead of sending them all to an early grave.

Daniel North

I am the voice of the voiceless
Through me the dumb will speak,
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak

From Street, from cage and from kennel,
From stable and zoo, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaim the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.

Oh, shame on the mothers of mortals
Who have not stopped to teach
Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes
The sorrow that has no speech.

The same force formed the sparrow
That fashioned man the king;
The God of the whole gave a spark of soul
To furred and to feathered thing.

And I am my brother's keeper,
And I will fight his fight,
And speak the word for beast and bird,
Till the world shall set things right.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox