Our Own Kind Poem by Sonny Rainshine

There are only a few creatures
who kill their own kind,
unless it’s for food or in self-defense.

What do the birds think
when they see the bombs
break on the villages below;

What do butterfies think
when they find themselves
caught in the crossfire?

What do stray dogs think
when kids beat a homeless man
to death?

It’s a good thing they don’t think,
(so biologist say) ,
or they’d give us a piece of their mind.