The Animals (Or - I Wonder What God Thinks Of Us)

Poem By Egal Bohen

I wonder what Gods thinks of us
Who think we are so far above
Our fellow animals,
We eat
Anxious for the taste or texture
Of their tender meat

Or animals we kill
For hate
Depending on their length
Or shape

I wonder what God thinks of US
He so merciful and great
To see their blood
Upon our plate

Are we
So totally naive
To think that God
Would ever need
To make a Heaven just to please
Blood thirsty apes that want to feed

Expert little choppers up
Of animals of every size
Even those of gentle heart
Even those with soft brown eyes?

In Heaven
They don’t have meat pies, you know
For there they are not well received
Nor kidneys grilled nor lamb chops fried
Because in Heaven
All survive

Its true
There animals may too reside

If they did
God may not like
For us to cut their throats at night

To eat their flesh
And gnaw their bones

For blood
It goes not well with white

I wonder what God thinks of US
If I were he I think I’d rather trust
The animals

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