בשר ואני

If it's truth you seek
know they pray on weak
for them its nothing
to kill a live thing
weaker, inhuman,
cant compere to man
life of no need
its nothing but meet
the smell of the flesh
the blood is still fresh
so helpless its cruel
the scream of the mule
you killed them, you did
with your endless greed
i miss it, i do
yet decided not to
its tasty but still
how can you not feel
a pinch of regret
as small as can get
so lifeless the corps
their dreams and their hopes
so I search for a cure
to let men kill no more
all our dying friends
and love nevertheless