All of God's creatures have rights, a fact that most people don't seem to recognize.
This includes both human and non-human animals, but not all of them can speak for themselves.
I am the King of the jungle,
fierce, feared, brave and strong.
But my subjects do not assemble,
they have not done that for long.
I thought that fear evokes respect,
but perhaps I was always wrong.
If a King preys on his subjects,
what respect does he expect?
My father, his own, and every lion before them,
were all actually so abject!
I need to bring about a revolution,
have a lot of things to correct.
First of all, to start this year afresh,
I vow to give up eating flesh!
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