Brute animals rage with anger
Violence to them is natural.
They kill for food or when in danger,
For mate or rights territorial.
Instinct is what rules their brains,
And as animals, they simply kill.
If man does so, then nothing remains
Of intelligence and of his free will.
Violence is the mark of brutes,
Unthinking, inhuman, brainless.
Death and grief are their bitter fruits
They are empty of any goodness.
To all humans, all lives matter
Those who think not, deny the truth.
No race or color is above or better
Our blood is red, all from one Root.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.19.16
.............amazing, and nicely penned....I love pandas, too :) ★
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I am opposed to all types of violence. I loved your poem. Thanks, Cynthia