We are the living graves of murdered beasts,

Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites.

We never pause to wonder at our feasts,

If animals like man can possibly have rights.

We pray on Sundays that we may have Light

To guide our footsteps on the path we tread

We are sick of war we do not want to fight

The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread.

And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead.

Like carrion crows we live and feed on meat,

Regardless of the suffering and pain

We cause by doing so.If thus we treat

Defenseless animals for sport or gain

How can we hope in this world to attain

The peace we say we are so anxious for?

We pray for it over tombs of the slain

To God while outraging the moral law,

Thus cruelty begets it's offspring--WAR!

Anyone who has ever heard the scream of an animal being killed could ever again eat it's flesh.

-----Confucius-----

Wisdom begins in wonder.

Socrates