Humans Be Not Proud

Humans, be not proud Every human is a farm Chocolate for animals To live, eat and survive Every human, bacteria’s cake Food for viruses they are With delicious juicy flesh For fungus, fish and ferns The healthier, the bigger The more balanced the diet For guests they host daily Lodging without lodging fees At birth workshops are held Conferences are organized By all farm citizens present Bacteria in majority attendance With dictator-virus in the chair Lions, vultures, hyenas, sharks Flying insects as back benchers As they rule without elections Budget without income at hand Spend without accountability And share the national cake Donated by the Farm Manager Humans, be not proud As you load bags From supermarkets And fill your eager gullet With beers, sodas and wines From bars and Sheratons As you chic, chip and chap And crack chicken bones Invertebrates lie patiently Waiting right there in the room In the kitchen of your stomach To enjoy a delicious cocktail Humans be not proud Humans, be not proud Alive, healthy or sick Predators in the bushes Of Masai Mara, Kruger Anaconda of Amazon and Polar bears of the Arctic Salivate as you scamper In your precarious life All praying ‘Lord, Lord Release for us our beef Give us this hungry day Man the bull, the delicacy You offered on our birthday As our daily bread’