I have tried to live my life
With ethics and kindness
But I've struggled to stop eating meat
Not because it is wrong
Not because it is right
I find it easier to do than bother
When I see how soon we will pass
Extinct from this world
Do our actions even matter
Do the animals we slaughter
Eating their insides
Look at humans as a species of Hitlers
Or do they have minds that see
The catastrophes approaching
With break neck speed
And smile when they wonder
If humans will be judged
For our harvest
Of meat
And death?
“We cut the throat of a calf and hang it up by the heels to bleed to death so that our veal cutlet may be white; we nail geese to a board and cram them with food because we like the taste of liver disease; we tear birds to pieces to decorate our women's hats; we mutilate domestic animals for no reason at all except to follow an instinctively cruel fashion; and we connive at the most abominable tortures in the hope of discovering some magical cure for our own diseases by them.” George Bernard Shaw
