What do you think of me?
With blood in my teeth
Do you think me cruel?
That I can take the life
of beautiful things
I don't torture my food
A clean **** is something to be proud of
I am responsible for my meat
I understand death as a part of nature
I will accept it when it comes for me
as most other animals do
No. None of us lie down easy
Of course all try to survive
But I will curse nothing when I die
My energy will go on as the deer,
the fish, the rabbit's does
We are one.
So don't look at me as a destroyer
of beauty
a taker of life
Death for one means life for another
A cycle of balance is necessary
And if you are still appalled
think on this
did you know carrots scream
when you rip them from the earth
what do you think of me now?