Poetry With A Mission



...a thought provoking poetical exercise.

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Something Just Doesn't Gel

You’re a good person, aren’t you, yet, something just doesn’t gel,
As, you’ve a creature on your plate, that somebody chose to kill.
I can’t get my head around how someone as nice as you,
Can dine upon a creature that also lived and breathed too.

I’m not out to condemn you — I’m simply baffled — you see,
For though you’re very loving, here you act indifferently.
It’s not as though you need to, for alternatives exist,
So, please tell me why it is that meat’s on your shopping list?

I find it quite ironic, how people who’re loving and kind,
Can devour some poor creature without it troubling their mind.
After all, they are creatures, they’re living breathing things, that,
These very caring people eat and enjoy as they chat.

Yes, while their pets sitting there — one that they dote on, caress —
They chew on a carcass they’ve perhaps asked God to bless.
On the one hand they love creatures, on the other they eat them,
Hence it’s not surprising that such inconsistency some condemn.

Good people eating creatures, just does not sit right with me,
Nor the fact that some turn their home into a butchery.
Tell me, how can anyone some poor creature kill and eat,
And then say, that people and creatures you should not mistreat?

It seems hypocritical saying do not hurt or kill,
And at the same time, killing and eating creatures as well.
What signals is such sending those children that such folk raise,
And much more so, if for that meat, they thank and their God praise?

A graveyard for carcasses? No, not my tummy, thank you,
Plus, there are alternatives, much healthier to pursue.
But tell me, how could I be loving, yet, creatures kill and eat?
No, I’m a creature too, so another I won’t mistreat.

By Lance Landall

No, I won’t eat anything with a face, nor killing embrace.






What's Good For The Goose...

When tigers kill a human, and enjoy their new found meal,
Humans react with horror, and disgust do not conceal.
And yet, they themselves, happily kill and devour creatures,
Which has me wondering what their children such teaches.

Why’s it abhorrent when creatures kill and devour us, yet,
Not so, when we kill and eat them — secondhand nutrients get?
After all, flesh is flesh, life is life, and killing’s unjust,
And surely a crime, given, flesh eating is not a must.

Acquiring a taste for dead creatures, who suffer from ill health too,
Seems not just barbarous, but desire that has gone askew.
For who would risk devouring what might injure or destroy,
And aid and abet those factories that killers employ?

Aren’t we acting like tigers, killing and eating flesh food,
And aren’t we more the villains, when such food we could exclude?
Surely it’s no less abhorrent tigers dining on us,
Yet, when they do — knowing no better — listen to all the fuss!

By Lance Landall




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