I try not to be an angry vegan,
I’m treading on eggshells you know,
So as not to upset fragile meaties,
And milkies and egg-lovers too.
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The reason I ask them so gently,
To please stop paying for death,
Is because they say they won’t listen,
If I offend them by telling the truth.
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And so while I tiptoe on eggshells,
They continue to breed and to kill,
The gentle, magnificent, blameless beasts,
Helpless slaves to the gluttonous will.
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Well I am an angry vegan!
I feel fury and heartbreak and rage!
You hurt them, you break them, you kill them!
When you pay for their parts with your wage.
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There is no excuse, you are heartless,
And I’m tired of pretending otherwise.
You hurt them and kill them for pleasure,
For your tastebuds’ habitual vice.
Your rage and sadness comes through in your words. Very well written.
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Thank you so much
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Not to mention all the habitats stolen and ravaged. If you’re not angry you’re numb, and if you’re not exerting pressure you’re part of the problem. Good poem!
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Thanks Lee
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one nore meaty subject well put in poetical style. Areal treat to visualise the imagination touching great heights.
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Thanks Brij
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all the best
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