by George Bernard Shaw.
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites,
We never pause to wonder at our feasts,
If animals, like men, can possibly have rights.
We pray on Sundays that we may have light,
To guide our footsteps on the paths we tread.
We’re sick of war, we do not want to fight,
The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread
And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead.
Like carrion crows, we live and feed on meat,
Regardless of the suffering and pain
We cause by doing so. If thus we treat
Defenceless animals for sport and gain,
How can we hope in this world to attain
The PEACE we say we are so anxious for?
We pray for it, o’er hetacombs of slain,
To God, while outraging the moral law,
Thus cruelty begets its offspring – War.
Is George Bernard Shaw concluding as long as we slaughter animals there can be no peace?
If we don’t have personal peace, there can be no World Peace. In the USA we are greatly entertained by violence; Television, Movies, Sports, Video Games, and practically a history of almost continuous war. Wars Involving The United States. Is Peace Possible?