wikileaks goes vegetarian, beautiful humans and beautiful minds
we are the graves of murdered beasts
and humans as well
in our cannibal culture
and the guantanamo suicides
the blood cost of the petrol wars
with the glorious frida lindstrom
of aggression, pheremone
herbivores
threats
animal-eaters
ayurveda
agressive vegans?
the harmonious life
secret project:
do you think we can get julian assange to go vegan?
should we send him a care package?????
open letter to julian assange
we want you to go vegan and not wear leather
or go to crayfish parties
and even mark stephens . . . and oysters can part ways peacefully . . .
george bernard shaw
and humans as well
in our cannibal culture
and the guantanamo suicides
the blood cost of the petrol wars
with the glorious frida lindstrom
of aggression, pheremone
herbivores
threats
animal-eaters
ayurveda
agressive vegans?
the harmonious life
secret project:
do you think we can get julian assange to go vegan?
should we send him a care package?????
open letter to julian assange
we want you to go vegan and not wear leather
or go to crayfish parties
and even mark stephens . . . and oysters can part ways peacefully . . .
george bernard shaw
We Are the Living Graves of Murdered Beasts
Poem by George Bernard Shaw
We are the living graves of murdered beasts
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites
We never pause to wonder at our feasts
If animals, like men, can possibly have rights
We pray on Sundays that we may have light
To guide our footsteps on the path we tread
We're 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 o'er hecatombs of slain
To God, while outraging the moral law
Thus cruelty begets its offspring: war.
Poem by George Bernard Shaw
We are the living graves of murdered beasts
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites
We never pause to wonder at our feasts
If animals, like men, can possibly have rights
We pray on Sundays that we may have light
To guide our footsteps on the path we tread
We're 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 o'er hecatombs of slain
To God, while outraging the moral law
Thus cruelty begets its offspring: war.
when i was a child vegetarianism i associated with the radical, the anarchist, the marxist, the satanic, the wiccan . . .
it sounded so dangerously awesome
all domination cultures intermesh
the war culture is a part of the cruelty industries in their larger abstraction
the moment by moment renunciations . . .
for nick maybury
and rebecca black
break free
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