Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
I would like you to imagine that all the creatures on this earth
Had gathered at a meeting and were protesting for all they’re worth.
And that with their banners held high, were hollering their discontent,
Which I duly recorded, and here — with much sympathy — present.
“It’s high time that humans were put on trial for crimes against our kind,
For they've a history of butchery and callousness, I remind.
The proof? Just look at their shop shelves, in their fridges and freezers too,
For they’re bulging with body parts that they boil, roast and barbeque.”
“Yes, that’s your brothers and sisters, and your mums and dads, don’t
With the exception of course, of those ones that they take as their pet,
For on the one hand they pamper, and take us to a pet boutique,
And on the other, they slaughter us, and then gorge on us all week.”
“They also fatten us, with food that many of their own kind need,
And then when we are looking healthy, they slay us — betrayal indeed!
What gets to us is, they have their own food — veggies, grains, nuts and fruit,
So why polish us off? After all, they do have a substitute.”
“But oh no — it’s us that they want, for they’ve a taste for flesh and
Hence why we're destined for a bullet, and a quick violent club.
Or death by whatever other means they very cruelly enlist,
Like a nasty slash across the throat, or a sudden wrenching twist.”
“And then they talk about love, with our bodies sitting on their plate,
And groan over all the violence — yet, over us salivate.
They deplore wanton killing, and yet, stab us with their knife and fork,
And the very next day, with a loaded gun, more poor creatures stalk.”
“Yes, they cut us into pieces, treating us as if we’re just meat,
When we're living creatures also, and not food for humans to eat.
They’ve perverted their taste buds, and have justified killing as well,
All in order to devour us — when with them too — we’re meant to dwell.”