Man Is a Pest
Man is a pest in this world of creatures
he raises and feeds fowls, cattle, goats and all
he befriends them calling them darling
without suspicion they cooperate, play with him
beasts of burden work hard to please him
but without warning he picks one by one and eats
Animals cry gnash their teeth and ask for mercy
they mourn for the loss dear ones;
protesters are buttered mercilessly
but man the pest grows fat with every pain
he inflicts on the helpless creatures
Man the pest cultivates cereals, orchards and vegetables
proper care he gives to all to grow healthy.
Yet without compromise he picks, cuts and eats
he breaks bones and cuts flesh of those he so loves
And boils them in hot ovens for daily side dish
fat ones as tomatoes, cabbages are sliced with sharp knives
They bleed and mourn with pain everyday
But man the pest cares not about the suffering
He does not allow humanitarian bodies to save them
Man the pest mummers every time he has had his full meal
“I was created to eat and enjoy you. It is my divine right.
Your divine duty is to suffer so that I can be happy’
If you do not suffer I cannot live happily here on earth.”
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016
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