The Painted Animal

Siempre el rostro de lo bestial Always the face of the bestial a creature in fabric of no more than instinctual an instinct driven by predators Knee-jerk reflexes for survival and so we are this the painted animal All morality by some gangster curse alpha above each other educated in the doctrines of humanities warmonger to be the worst resort the scrabbling rats who chew and gnaw at the meaning of life Ever depicted in this trait towards destruction to destroy ourselves this self-hate a brushstroke of our obscurity to whitewash a desperate search for loves actuality But the painted animals do not love they merely perpetuate the species obsess themselves with close-knit families And throughout histories translation by politics and religion so degraded the human this painted animal of violent intention the pretense of its rebellion a damp squid as time would tell And although we struggle to recognize the lie the truth of ourselves eludes lost amidst the rhetoric and murderous abnegation deliberate confusion has no conception of what it means to be a human-being only what it means to be less than human "We were saying how very important it is to bring about, in the human mind, the radical revolution. The crisis is a crisis in consciousness, the crisis that cannot anymore accept the old norms, the old patterns, the ancient traditions and considering what the world is now, with all the misery, conflict, destructive brutality, aggression and so on. Man is still as he was, is still brutal, violent, aggressive, acquisitive, competitive and... he has built a society along these lines." Jiddu Krishnamurti 1966 The human never exalted for the miracle it is within Gods creation Unloved, unwanted yet still the tool of obsequious yet the human demeaned painted and derided sinful bestial nothing more than just a painted animal Siempre el rostro de lo bestial Y con este fin arrasa con su amor por solo los malos y los amargos es su sabor a vida