A Vegan Poem by Vegan Sage
My son wrote this vegan poem shortly after he chose to go vegan.
This is his message.
For Those Without a Voice by Vegan Sage
I begin with a story of a man without a name
Though today I shall call him Alfred
Born in a prison and motherless raised
Six months in all no more
One day without warning and no moments notice
His sleep interrupted to his own execution
Stabbed in the throat in the typical fashion as expected from his status
One would wish me to spare the details but they become normal with this next line
Alfred was a pig
Then in another time in another place in another life entirely
I begin with a one named Sue
Sue was wandering one day out in the open or as she thought
But an unstoppable force soon took hold
Sue began to realise that she could not breath
But soon enough all the shaking stopped
Sue was a fish
In one different scenario yet again we find Gadsden
At this time a life of no more than three years
Luckier than Alfred he may seem but in this case longer life is a more tragic one
As in life and as in death they are more similar than they first appear with one key difference
Gadsden was a cow
Then comes Sophie an interesting story more than the ones previously said
For she was rather valued in life with her death or rather lack of utility surrounded by dread
She had bore as many young as possible but raising them was not what gave her meaning
No that was not it so much so they were never allowed to see each other
They would take something from her others claimed they wanted
Sophie was a dairy cow
Lastly there were Ed and Eve
Ed lived in a grand chamber whose size would leave you jaded
If you knew thousands of others together with him lived in the same light faded
In no confinement besides the outer walls but that would never change
For those fallacies that we all know bring their names cage-free and free range
Ed of course was a chicken
Eve however was a bit different
Eve like Sophie was valued as a life that would end when her labour was enough
As she in a sense was analogous to her as much as their labour was rough
It seems to me their flesh is not all that demands their suffering seen
For their mere use in just about any sort is enough for none to intervene
Thus I recall
Eve was an egg-laying hen
In the virtues and the strengths and the thoughts and the prose of the words they would speak if they could
We would hear but the screams and the pains of their voice in the words that do follow as they would
For they live without light without love without those that would care and would know to be good
But no all for nought as they stay prevented from existing in the ways that they certainly should
This isn’t okay
Their suffering is not acceptable
Do not tilt your heads away
Save The Animals
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by Vegan Sage
