Animals.

These animals, they know

They are here for a reason

We kick them and bite them

And kill them for some incomprehensible reason

They were put here by God

Or whatever did this all

They know more each day

We learn, we fall

We think we know some stuff about space

They've been there

Some live there

Some stay there on their vacay

We kill them, we fight them

For what reason? I don't care

We want some special piano?

Or maybe a beautiful brush to comb through our long, blond, stupid hair

We don't understand

They could fix all our problems

We just have to listen

Make and effort, that should be no problem

But we're greedy people

We won't stop at that

We want more and more

We need a special hand bag

So we find them

And fight them

And skin them too

We throw it on a conveyer belt

And soon it will get to you

We don't know their feelings

When we do these things

We should listen

And try

Just try coexisting!

Feel what it's like

If you can even comprehend

We need to have empathy

With all animals

Even a hen

Just remember,

They don't need us