Because I don’t talk or show my feelings
And I’m nonviolent maybe to a fault –
Too highly evolved for violence
Lesser evolved barbaric humans
Heartlessly feel they have the right
To butcher and eat me.
As if my lack of complaining
And Gandhian nonviolent nature
Were a green light for their
Slaughter and wanton consumption
Of my species all over the world.
This is analogous to the
Colonizers who take over
Countries often with bloodshed
Except colonizers don’t cook and eat
Those colonized as humans do gentle us.
But know this, and know it well!
As is written, and as I clearly
See with my unerring, prophetic sight
the meek will inherit the earth
And the last shall be first. That’s us.
When the loathsome human barbarians
Are nuked and cooked by their bombs
When they perish to the last soy eater
We will eat them and we will persist.
Freedom! Glorious freedom! At last!
Will ring out in our hidden hearts
All over the newborn soy world!
Bob Boyd