I speak outside what is recognized as the border between
"reason" and "insanity". But I consider it a measure
of my humanity to be written off by the living graves
of a billion murdered lives.
And I'm not ashamed of my recurring dreams about me
and a gun and a different species
(hint: starts with "h" and rhymes with "Neuman's")
of carnage strewn about the stockyards,
the factories and farms. Still I know as well as anyone
that it does less good than harm to be this honest
with a conscience eased by lies.
But you cannot deny that meat is still murder.
Dairy is still rape. And I'm still as stupid as anyone,
but I know my mistakes. I have recognized one form
of oppression, now I recognize the rest.
And life's too short to make another's shorter-(animal liberation now!).