dinsdag 23 februari 2016

Dinsdag Dicht (61)

Spoken song


We're living in a nation
Where there's growing condemnation
Of what is done to those who cannot talk
I was blind to all their pain so I couldn't feel the shame
In that broken piece of body on my fork

Then I wondered, could any child breed a bird that can't be wild?
To eat its wings, take off its legs and its head? No.
So we pay for hidden slaughter till we've addicted sons and daughters
To our habit of eating the dead

And it's not so very long, since who could see the wrong
In breeding humans as slaves without pay
It could be a woman without a vote
Or killing a leopard for its coat
Did we ever see the evil of the day?

So do you think you're any better
Now the animals we fetter, outnumber every human ten to one
And many children hardly eat
Because their food has fed your meat
While the blame for this shame, you pass on

So give me avocados
And I'll eat tofu burgers
You can even give me black bean curd
But please don't give me bread
If it's wrapping the dead
The remains of the body of a bird

For every piece of flesh you buy
You're paying to breed the next to die
By compassion, no longer are we led
And for the cow, it's worse, I fear
They rod, rape her every year
Take every calf, take all her milk
Until she's dead

This choice you say is your right
That you can eat just as you like
And it's merely an opinion that I voice
But your choice, it kills so many
This opinion kills not any
And your victims, you give them any choice?

So there's more to avocados
And eating tofu burgers
Than minimizing sickness and your girth
No less than Einstein did resolve
From eating flesh we must evolve
Or mankind, he said, may not survive on earth
The age in which we are living is ever more misgiving over what is done to those who cannot talk
Are you blind to all their pain
Can you not feel the shame

In that broken piece of body on your fork?




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