Save A Soul, Stop Eating Meat - Poem by Kezang Dawa
(SAVE A SOUL, STOP EATING MEAT)
Even the blunt knife can give a deadly cut
But rhythm of pain lasts forever,
Eating with meat is a sumptuous dish
That tough our boneless tongue;
But do you ever realize where this meat comes from?
We should think of someone's death
Sinner will never find the way to nirvana
Nirvana the longest journey never trodden
The man who cut the throat of speechless animals
Never feels that he has won the battle
Never think that you are the hero among heroes
We should feel his pain in our eyes
To take the life of someone
When the knife is risen in the air
The animal must have shivered with fear
You must know the pain he felt
"Pity is like kindness to self;
Compassion feel for ever one else".
The one who have killed in front of us
It could be your oldest mother from previous karma
Born through the void from the hardest toil
We can cut in every angle from tip to the horn
Find taste down to fill the stomach
But we can't measure the depth of pain
When is your death?
You cannot predict what will come next
Ask this question before you raise the knife in the air
Before your knife spring to action there.
We should hear the voice of pity before the death
Every hollow of their throat is just helpless
I wish small wound can be your deadly pain
Why not for animal think about it a bit;
What will you do if that knife stuck on your neck?
Or will you be happy see your mother
Stuck under the edge of the knife?
Mercy is only the way to safe the life of another
Will you help or abandon the killings?
This slaughter can't quench the thirst of the killer
Getting rebirth is not an easy task
Thousand years will become a night in the hell,
The mighty said!
In the hell of shortest journey ever made.
Give them a chance and let us free them from death
Give up from sleeping under the sharpened knife;
None can stop you from eating meat
But at least find the safe place from being killing.
Let's stop eating meat
May this humble prayer reach the mysticism.
Let us safe the life of those who are dying.
We eat meat under the force of our ruthless urge for taste.
This poem is made for those who eat meat
Not necessarily those who kill with blunt knife.
LET'S STOP EATING MEAT IF YOU KNOW THE PAIN OF OTHERS
HOPE THIS POEM WILL HELP TO FIND THE WAY TO NIRVANA.
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