We’ve all done this I’m sure We’ve gotten a chocolate bunny for easter and we’ve taken away it’s protective layers Taken it out of the box We rip off the ears first We jokingly laugh, oh no my bunny can’t hear anymore We later move to the eyes and rip off the individual sugar dot Oh no my bunny is blind he’ll never see again We take away their sugar carrot Oh I guess they’ll go hungry We rip of it’s head Laughing at our headless bunnies Then we eat all the rest And uh oh my bunny’s dead
I wonder if that’s how terrorist think If they see everyone in the world as chocolate bunnies ready to be ripped into chunks When in interrogation rooms with Women, children, fathers and sons, waiting to be questioned They just see large chocolate bunnies a fondue of sweat running down their faces, and When they feel the need for pleasure they take the bunny’s ears Uh oh now that man can’t hear They rip the eyes away Oh now that women can’t see They take away the small carrots Oh no now that child is hungry They rip each chunk away until Uh oh they're dead I think that’s the only way the terrorist mad men , immoral human beings can live with themselves Is seeing everyone as chocolate bunnies So much easier to melt down and mold into something of their liking Or bunnies living with the one purpose of being consumed And I wonder if that is what sometimes their victims picture themselves as Because chocolate bunnies don’t have minds or hearts They can’t feel the pain They can’t feel the shock of the bodies ;littered on the ground So they won’t see their own tinted blood flowing out So they won’t see their homes burned down. I wonder what would happen if we could stop seeing chocolate bunnies Would we see human beings Or would we just see some other sugary thing Waiting to be consumed Because sometimes I think I’m gummy bear Just waiting to no longer have a head