The Killers
The roaring lion on the Savannah, the moon howling wolf and the bear
in the woods kill for food, and so do you, if not by your own soft hands
and aversion for real blood. The bleating lamb, in the field, the pig in
its pen and the grazing cattle on the outer pasture will be slaughtered
just for you. Pork chops, lamb stew and sizzling t. bone steak, I’ll invite
you out candle light dinner at a posh restaurant, drink wine while we
lustily smile and consume what abattoirs have done for our happiness.
Hand in hand we will sit and watch a nature program and see a lion stalk
and kill a gnu, see a hyena laughingly eat an impala; not for a moment
think that we are as them, because we do these things with style use
knife, fork and clean plate, table cloth and soft light, it removes us from
guilt and the reality that we must kill to live.
