“Revolutions are never fought by turning the other cheek. Revolutions are never based upon love your enemy and pray for those who spitefully use you. And revolutions are never waged singing, ‘We Shall Overcome.’ Revolutions are based upon bloodshed. Revolutions are never compromising. Revolutions are never based upon negotiations. Revolutions are never based upon any kind of tokenism whatsoever.”
Damn fine words.
You wouldn’t create an excuse if the tables were turned.
If I were an activist for your liberation…
If I were your voice because you could not organize or speak on your own behalf…
If I were prying open the deadened eyes of society to your suffering…
Would you, while your life’s blood was gushing from your slit throat, ask I tone it down a notch?
Would you, while an arm was forced into your vagina, tar me with the epithet ‘extreme’?
Whilst you lay crippled in your own shit would you ask that I, please, have some empathy for your victimizers?
Would you, when your baby was stolen from you, beg me to quell my rage?
Perhaps with your final, panicked quivering breath, you would promise me you were humanely killed, that you didn’t feel a thing…
You’d want me to shout from all directions.
You’d want me to scream like a fool…
Tell them all!
Tell them all to look at me now!
Look at what they’re doing to me!
Look at what is allowed!
You’d want me to lay out the harsh truth.
Weave my words like thick canvas and blanket this sick society.
Encompass the masses.
You’d want me to eat them for breakfast just so they know what it feels like to be ground between molars.
You’d want me to flippantly chuckle at glib jokes all the while masticating on their muscle.
You’d want me to chew on them for a good, long while.
I gotta say whats gotta be said
In the US alone… 30 MILLION ANIMALS A DAY- DEAD!
Too big of a number for your narrow head?
‘This muffin recipe needs chicken eggs!’ [Imbed]
Ah. You’ll take it out on the animals, instead.
Collective society mentally malformed
Deciding to be uninformed…
Animal liberation activist
I’ll spread this message every day
The blood & the gore
There’s always more
The image of a kill floor
Ought rattle you to your core
My message truthful
Animal ag is brutal
I’ll pound it into…
You brain washed pupil
Ag is untruthful
Keeping zombies neutral
My message forceful?
Truth is crucial
Lies are futile
Knock it down
Wriggle in the rubble of all that you’ve known
All you’ve been shown
All a fabrication
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
So, are you ready, or not?
That downed cow ain’t got time to wait
For that slaughter bound pig, it’s already too late
A bloody painful death, that chickens fate
Alas, it’s your transitional state
And, still, you postulate
You hem & haw…you slate
Calf in a veal crate
Feed lot locked gate
Dead piglet on a grate
…they’ll just have to wait…
Step up to the plate
Yes or no?
I ain’t gonna negotiate.
Dig Out Your Soul