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’
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