Monday, March 23, 2009
Poetry: No Animal Died to Give Me Lunch
I turned Vegan in about 1995. This poem celebrates the Vegan philosophy.
No Animal Died to Give Me Lunch
No animal died to give me lunch
My conscience is clear, I can happily munch
I can look at the World, so bountiful & sunny
& know only the best has gone into my tummy
No animals’ flesh, no products of milk
No slaughterhouse remnants, none of that ilk
The fish can still swim the birds can still fly
For my belly to fill, no creature need die
But surely all this denial on my part
Must leave a terrible longing in my heart?
If sacrifice it is, then sacrifice I can!
Better than to sacrifice the sacrificial Lamb
In fact the truth, please let it be known
Is that my belly prefers the plant grown
But the real surprise, (well it was to me at least)
Is that once free of the yolk of eating a beast
My senses awoke to a fragrance that’s fresh
The pleasures were such, my tastes desired no flesh
With my mouth & digestion, joined in approval
& the Earth & inhabitants, saved from removal
My mind and my body are at peace & at one
Mother Nature can grow, even as I feed my tum.
So we now have a balance, of outer & inner
The one question remains - what’s for dinner!
No Animal Died to Give Me Lunch
No animal died to give me lunch
My conscience is clear, I can happily munch
I can look at the World, so bountiful & sunny
& know only the best has gone into my tummy
No animals’ flesh, no products of milk
No slaughterhouse remnants, none of that ilk
The fish can still swim the birds can still fly
For my belly to fill, no creature need die
But surely all this denial on my part
Must leave a terrible longing in my heart?
If sacrifice it is, then sacrifice I can!
Better than to sacrifice the sacrificial Lamb
In fact the truth, please let it be known
Is that my belly prefers the plant grown
But the real surprise, (well it was to me at least)
Is that once free of the yolk of eating a beast
My senses awoke to a fragrance that’s fresh
The pleasures were such, my tastes desired no flesh
With my mouth & digestion, joined in approval
& the Earth & inhabitants, saved from removal
My mind and my body are at peace & at one
Mother Nature can grow, even as I feed my tum.
So we now have a balance, of outer & inner
The one question remains - what’s for dinner!
Labels: poetry
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