I Am Not a Living Grave

How to communicate a feeling
this empathy with non humans
to feel hatred towards your own kind
for these acts of betrayal
I am sickened by your smiles
and jokes at their expense
belittle rape and slavery
with little more than ignorance
(you say I am) belligerent and self righteous
sensitive and deluded
my words brushed off with platitudes
of maybes and unfeeling
We didn’t always feel this
We denied it like everyone else
It took time to make connections
and now we eat our bloody words
So quick to call us zealots
that we preach a false sermon
yet our conclusions came from learning
where our food comes from
we wrote a whole record
to this sickening industry
a choice to eat or a right to life?
it all comes down to this
A blot upon our record
taken down a peg or two
I am not a living grave
our very anatomy
herbivore
I am not a living grave
define our biology
herbivore
Their lives are in your hands
they’re in your throat, rotting inside of you.