How many flies have we killed?
How many animals were our meal?
How many sins can God count
In this soul i carry as my wound?
Some say,for what to live if you are a fly?
Do they love,laugh or cry?
Or others say, for what to live if you are a snake?
Do they hug,regret or create?
Nature for me is a mystery,
been like that throughout history.
But animals life shouldn' be a bother,
they too have a mother.
How many of my tears
were for animals i do not know.
But i know i have fears,
If i come back as an animal what will i do?
I do not want to be killed to be a meal,
or to pain in vain with nobody to care for me.
What is the use of having a voice,
when you do not have a real choice?
I feel regret and sorrow,
there must be another path to follow.
Deep in my heart i am sorry.
What animals have to do with human glory?
Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-06-23 at 19:21
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