Here’s a blade
Head in the sand, you don’t understand
I can smell on your breath the stench of death
I’ve seen with eyes wide open
Filled to the brim with the truth we live in
The cruel callous hands of men as they toss life aside
No respect for Gaia’s child, no compassion
Never ceases to amaze
How you stand in the haze
Of lies and belief
As a form of relief
From atrocities committed
By the truth omitted
From the corpse on your plate
Blind as you are
To the torture and disregard
It’s a life you had no right to take
Rituals of slaughter in which you’d never partake
There’s a beautiful creature
Here’s a blade
Is your hunger for murder now assuaged
Head in the sand, you don’t understand
I can smell on your breath the stench of death
I’ve seen with eyes wide open
Filled to the brim with the truth we live in
The cruel callous hands of men as they toss life aside
No respect for Gaia’s child, no compassion
Never ceases to amaze
How you stand in the haze
Of lies and belief
As a form of relief
From atrocities committed
By the truth omitted
From the corpse on your plate
Blind as you are
To the torture and disregard
It’s a life you had no right to take
Rituals of slaughter in which you’d never partake
There’s a beautiful creature
Here’s a blade
Is your hunger for murder now assuaged
- Jane Burd September 2010