Livestock Battle
The men claim to be other than brutish beasts,
Yet it is as plain to my eyes as the burning sun above
To which kingdom they belong.
They are animals.
Crouching around the watering hole,
With sharpened wooden teeth in hand,
Keenly watching through the tall yellow grass,
They hunt.
Though they pretend to own their thirst,
Their thirst consumes them.
At least we admit
what we are,
We drought-driven wildlife;
But they refuse such confessions
And claim to be “better than animals.”
Though my trunk touches the ground,
And my thirst consumes me too,
And though I’m as big as a house,
I’m still more human than you.
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