A New World With New Food Poem by Chan Mongol

A New World With New Food



A NEW WORLD WITH NEW FOOD
Poem by Chan Mongol
August 6 of 2019



A B C D
Do you see what you have to see?
Yourself is the flesh eater as same as the lion or tiger
The slaughterer, the ferocious hunter!

Considering weaker animals as food
Why not eating similar who are aggressive, rude?
How about eating flesh eater tiger or lion
Strange! You are to follow their rule, religion!

F G H I
When an animal die, do you cry? .
When you eat a pet and a pet is dead
You don't regret and you are not at all sad!

We can have protein from the legume
And from intelligent beasts, it doesn't have to be.
Those who trust us and are kind providers
Eating their flesh proves our genes are of tigers.

J K L M
Do you have any regret and shame?
Do you cry for life, for justice
But for whose life, what life, explain please.

We are so serious for our so called justice, liberation
How about the liberation of animals and their protection?
We do enough cruelties grabbing their eggs, milks, honey
They don' resist enough but cooperate to cure our agony.

O P Q R
Hear me, you out there.
Claiming yourself as the humanitarian
But behavior wise, as same as the tiger or lion.

Trees, plants, vegetables, legumes don't resist
They have fluids, juices but don't bleed like the fellow beast.
Since Paleolithic age, medicines and foods are from trees
God made trees after he made water and breeze.

S T U V
Do they have the life, tell me?
Don't eat flesh and blood who are like you, those
Those with eyes, tongue, ears and nose.

Tigers and lions don't care legit and right
But for superior beings it's not right to ferociously bite.
We are more ferocious, we even cook meat happily
We eat our good friends without remorse, relentlessly!

W X Y ZEE
Changing the food culture is very necessary.
To become civilized and to gain divine sentiment
For a new world with love and peace, we need to be different.

For odds and the food culture is another main reasoning
For deception, hypocrisy, injustice, greed, bad thing!
Wrongfully chosen foods for our consumption
We became life eaters with fat, chilly, onion.

A New World With New Food
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