Eating Animals

Go to ancient manuscripts and read their message,
Powerfully state your knowledge in an adage;
Your weakness is still paper and all it entails
With eyes and ears and tongue, the fingernails.
My peace is a fantasy, a bird of love called a dove,
It never fails in flying above others, nor does it not love.

My tiny creatures I store in my mind, the recall center,
Where their false play hampers what is always proper.
Power is to prosper above the animals and beasts
Such that wine and worlds are conquered by feasts.
This food is qualitative, all the hungry people
Accuse the slim people to eat and be abnormal.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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