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We are sick of war, we don’t want to fight, And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead!

Gorge Upon The Dead "Pastel" by Tim Oliphant

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Living Graves

~ George Bernard Shaw (1856~1950)

 We are the living graves of murdered beasts,
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites.
We never pause to wonder at our feasts,
If animals, like men, can possibly have rights.
We pray on Sundays that we may have light,
To guide our footsteps on the path we tread.
We’re sick of war, we do not want to fight –
The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread,
And yet – we gorge ourselves upon the dead.
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