Nature makes victims of us all,
The driving force that throws us to the wolves,
Gives hunger to our minds, so feeds our desire,
To harvest yet more creatures for its plan.
The tides, the spinning Earth, the burning Sun,
Could fill our days with the peace of night,
To pick the fruits that hang from Eden’s tree.
Instead, this serpent’s lust makes Hell for you and me.
The stag could live his life within a forest’s calm
But has to fight and maim, kill his own kind,
Claim a land that no one owns;
Die to spread his seed in Fortune’s womb.
So this world has been, since time began,
Incarcerating animals like Man.