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Why we live to kill

 

The garden of England is its name

I walked among its green

by myself, yet not alone

I saw, but wasn’t seen.

 

Then I sat eating the fruit

of sheep that had frolicked free

but did I view those carefree lambs

were they killed for me?

The cows that munch upon the grass

are they void of life?

when the morrow dawns, the farmer comes

and shows them all the knife.

Chickens too, their necks are wrung

for our dinner plate

Is it right that they should live

for the food they give?

 

I pose these questions, I don’t know why

perhaps I never will

but someone has to justify

why all that lives is killed.

 

 

August 4^th

Hever to Leigh

  Dedicated to Gaby Kagan who told me the week before (Princess Risborough to Gt Missenden) why she became a vegetarian.