he can not see whether what you do is right
you can not correct the mistake by doing more wrong
you can not stop the pain by creating more
you can not teach love with hatred
I still have to reconcile with the animals I eat
I have to trust the mechanism that feeds me
but maybe you’ve just torn me from my mother
and alienated me from my brothers and sisters
maybe you have broken and not mended
maybe you grind all of those under your feet
who think they should strive to share
what grows up from underneath
protect the young with open arms
and not with barbed wire and grinding teeth
I feel the world rustling and churning
making steel grow like bramble
skittering to and fro
making nothing but more things to do
more to understand
more to wobble out of control
nothing to know about something so lofty
as to be beyond the compassion of men
a heart with stuttering valves
exausting toward oblivion
blocking light and choking air
suffocating peace
-HJM-
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