Past life an animale of grace
enjoyed o wiseman my fate
I ask of you deposed not a
second in answere
the future is pale indeed for thee
slain for your meat
mostly wasted
land where you dwell
for houses
cages of steel to be
gawked at
store for your dna for the
rich to see
pretty is the picture I
paint for thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Human's as vile as can be in slaughter for it sake! Greed! , degeneracy is the unlining thread threw the work.