Far From Our Eyes

where cries for help will always be unheard,
where feet stand still in excrements and dirt,
which stench covers each sweet-scented summer rain
while widened eyes long for sunlight in vain.


we're skinning and caging, force-feeding and beheading,
plucking and shearing, angling and paunching,
culling and hunting, exploiting and trashing
and I can't grasp all that's still common.
we're breeding and selling, shooing and droving,
poisoning and infecting, exterminating and whaling,
chaining and torturing, training and abusing
and I can't grasp all that's still common.


where perplexed faces express dismay
when millions bleed to death from day to day.
their lives appear to be quite worthless
and murder's justified by economic success.

This is so clearly wrong but we go on and on.