That era was so gloomy
Profound vagueness controlled there
Their way was terrific till the end
Yet danger was optimistic
They roam inside the woods
They bait creatures for their stomach
Beside the rivers he built his dreams
There the clay he finished as pots
Hunger inspire him for cultivation
Long being crafted flats
In that hue woods turned as deserts
Still in his pan he baked creatures
There in the long run he crafted ethics
Morals pile on truth and ahimsa
But all set aside for selfishness
There meat turned as a commodity
Humanity shrinks as taste organ
There meat cooked in a splendid pyre
There he numbered its death
It waits for its turn in fear
There he fried it as delicious
But humanity also roasted in that flame
Delicious poisoned his body
It turned mind a wild field
A soul that lies in each creature
Worship it for its endurance
Ahimsa a matter of ethnicity
Meat consumption takes to a field
Where self alter to wilderness
Ethics that bend to the battlefield! !
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