Nailing Descartes to the Wall / (Liquid) Meat Is Still Murder

Stop consuming animals.

I speak outside what is recognized as the border between reason and insanity,

But I consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off

By the living graves of a billion murdered lives.

And I'm not ashamed of my recurring dreams about me and a gun and a different species

Of carnage strewn about the stockyards, the factories and farms.

Still, I know as well as anyone, it does less good than harm

To be honest with a conscience eased by lies.

But you cannot deny that meat is still murder, dairy is still rape.

And I am still as stupid as anyone, but I know my mistakes.

And I have recognized one form of oppression; now I recognize the rest.

Life's too short to make others' shorter.