PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS
Summer’s here but living’s not easy
Humidity abates here and there,
The air’s pretty hazy
Times Square is still pretty sleazy
Closed public seating there
Get all our food – from who knows where
When I think about it, get scared
Easy times are rare
Life’s very unfair
Especially for animals on factory farms
Want us to think our meat is here by charm
Nothing’s very clear
If we were to witness animal’s suffering,
Their atmosphere, no space, no air,
Living in their excrement
How many of us could bear
The suffering, does anyone care?
I sit here in my chair waiting
For the rain to come to clean
Dirty city air
While wild horses are corralled
by helicopters in the air
Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico
Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands
By our inhumane society and made into dog food
Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through
Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961
Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation
Trying to deal with so much cruelty
Horrors, animals’ torment
The world’s not what it’s meant to be
Take a deep breath,
Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?
