MEN OR BEASTS?


What have we become, we sons of men,
Now that we've made of Earth a killing den?

The lion kills to put meat in his stomach.
The slithering cobra strikes to repel attack.
...
Neither King Lion that rules the deep jungle
Nor the soaring, sharp-clawed Eagles
Would dare slaughter the rat or stray calf,
Just that they may with blood-mirth laugh!

Why then do men – demon-possessed pack,
Merciless Humans that do humanity lack –
Now slaughter on whims and plunder at will?
Say, can we then call ourselves Humans still!?
...
Do you think the dead can breathe again?
Or a corpse, nurtured with sun and rain?

These hands with which we share out death
Shall, sure, one day lie, without life's breath!

~ KIS

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