You've nothing against eating meat, you say,
As though meat were some innocent fare,
Like a crunchy red apple, a cabbage or bean,
A succulent peach or a pear.
But meat's nothing at all like a cabbage or bean
Or a fruit that you pluck from a tree
This 'meat' as you call it, has feelings like you.
This 'meat', as you call it, is me!
It's true my appearance is different from yours
And I don't speak the language you do,
But inside I'm the same, I feel fear and pain
In exactly the same way as you.
You say that some animals kill for their food,
But they don't know how else to survive,
You've a wealth of nutritious, delicious cuisine.
You don't need to eat beings to thrive.
Just think how you'd like it if you were the one
Who had been designated to die,
Simply 'cos somebody fancied the taste of your
Rump or your leg or your thigh.
You'd probably scream 'It's unfair and unjust!'
And you'd make an incredible fuss,
So why can't you see, it's as clear as can be,
That's it's just as unfair to kill us.
Written after a neighbour commented that she'd 'nothing against eating meat' and that other animals kill for food.