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Meat

It’s the ****** of the most innocent

 

those who could commit no crime.

 

Their souls have far more purity

 

than you could hope for yours or mine.

 

How can this be justified?

 

How can they say that it’s alright

 

to **** those who cannot protect themselves,

 

those who can’t put up a fight?

 

I wish that I were stronger

 

that I could truly speak my mind.

 

I know there’s courage deep inside me,

 

but it’s so ******* hard to find.

 

I want to tell the world

 

of all the evils that they do,

 

but I can’t seem to speak opinions

 

even when I know they’re true.

 

Why can’t people see it?

 

Why won’t they open up their eyes?

 

How can they ignore the suffering?

 

Can’t they hear the anguished cries?

 

Don’t they know that they can stop it?

 

Don’t they know it’s up to us?

 

If we just sacrifice a couple luxuries

 

we can make the suffering stop.

 

I want to make a difference.

 

I want to change the way we live.

 

I’d give up anything to do that

 

but I just don’t know what to give.

 

I wish that I were strong enough

 

to convince them to make the right choice

 

but I can’t seem to speak up so loud

 

that they can here my voice.

 

Inside my head I’m screaming

 

but from my mouth just a whisper comes out.

 

I wish that I could be the type

 

to look them in the eyes and shout.

 

Stop what you’re doing!

 

Stop it now!

 

before more lives are lost.

 

Stop acting like a selfish child

 

never thinking of the cost

 

of all these stupid things you want

 

these things you think you really need.

 

If you would just give up a few desires

 

your poor slaves could all be freed.

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Feb 2, 2010
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