Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Toxic Adrenaline

It’s really quite ironic, how many people who love their pet
A buzz from killing innocent creatures incredulously get.
Yes, isn’t it ironic, how many people who love their pet
Can kill a creature just for sport, and some warped satisfaction get?

“But we are eating what we kill,” you will often hear these folk say,
When, not one single creature, did they have any need to so slay.
So tell me, why do those who've no need, act in such a mindless way,
Just callously killing creatures that do not have a choice or say?

And it’s also quite ironic, how many people who're pro-life
Can happily kill creatures for sport, or condone this wrong that’s rife.
Yes, isn’t it ironic, how some folk who wouldn’t harm their pet
Can happily cook their prize and very excited by that get?

How can anyone justify killing a creature just for sport?
Why is it that so many people such barbarity support?
Why do some people love their guns, and the death that their bullets bring,
And from where does this sickening desire unfortunately spring?

Any person who fosters in a child this same desire to kill,
Is fostering a pleasure that could one day bring them grief and ill,
For when someone enjoys killing, there is a sickness deep within,
Given that killing for pleasure has evil as its origin.

Yes, it seems inevitable, that once there’s a taste for killing,
Someone, somewhere, sometime, somehow, some human blood will be spilling.
Thus, parents should be careful, lest a very unwise seed they sow,
For once a malignant seed is sown, who knows what in time will show?

No, one shouldn’t enjoy killing, and doubly so, where there’s no need,
Like killing some poor creature for sport, or for monetary greed.
So, please do not take up such killing if you’ve not done so before,
And if you already have, PLEASE, don’t go doing it anymore.

By Lance Landall