Other customs often appall
self-righteousness blinds us all
We dislike what they eat
our loved pets they call meat
Other customs, other places
all that differs are the faces
We point and we judge so quick
calling them cruel and sick
They may eat cats and dogs
but what of our cows and hogs?
They eat the ones we adore
does this mean they suffer more?
All of them suffer til they are dead
and the life's blood is just as red
Do they not die the same
though we only call one by name?
We accept our brutal way
and judge our equals everyday
Still we blindly refuse to admit
it matters not whose throat was slit