Essays
Aminals and
"Aminals"
For the Times; they are a
Changing
Mystical Transformation
Peace In
Our Lifetime
Redefining
and Elevating our Veganism
Reflections on
What I'm Thankful For
To Be A Feminist Is To Be A Vegan
Vegan
Evolution
Virgil Butler - Bio
A Vision
of a Vegan World
You Are Not
Alone
Poems
$At a Hunter's Hang-Out
The Animals' Saint
A Baby's Story
Dark and Evil Days
"Do they care?"
Eating Babies
Eyes Of An Elephant
An Enigma
The Fawn Story
Forest Friends
Humanity and its Vanity
In The Name Of Tradition
Letter To My Unborn Child
Let's Not Forget
Little Red Riding Hood
Man May be Mad
Meat
My Love should be more ‘Dog-like’
Thanksgiving Wish
To My Daughter
Truly Beautiful
We Will
Stories
Downed
Cow
The Happy Child
A Lemming
Named Choice
Three Pigs
and A Wolf
Songs
Antilullaby
Companion Animal
Farmer Boy
Fight We Shall
The Greatest Gift
Here
How Can We Do It?
I'm an Animal, Please Don't Eat Me
Listen to Chief Seattle
My God Says
Osteoporosis
The Racist
Sweat-Free Carols
A Baby's Story
I am born,
just one second old,
My wriggly red body first feels the cold-
As I fall to the floor, there is no soft landing,
And the stench in the air, beyond my understanding-
My first moments on earth seem somehow all wrong…
Where’s mama’s nuzzle? What’s taking so long?
Finally my mouth finds the liquid I crave,
With no sign of a nuzzle, I try to be brave-
My tiny frame quivers, from fear and from cold
Until finally sleep saves me, this naïve one-day-old.
When my eyes finally open, and I see this awful place,
I will see my mama’s misery, the sadness in her face-
The reason she can’t touch me - rusted bars that enslave,
The waste on the floor of this huge sunless cave.
Soon I will feel the suffering that billions have to know-
Corporate greed surrounds me, as I begin to grow.
My wriggly red body first feels the cold-
As I fall to the floor, there is no soft landing,
And the stench in the air, beyond my understanding-
My first moments on earth seem somehow all wrong…
Where’s mama’s nuzzle? What’s taking so long?
Finally my mouth finds the liquid I crave,
With no sign of a nuzzle, I try to be brave-
My tiny frame quivers, from fear and from cold
Until finally sleep saves me, this naïve one-day-old.
When my eyes finally open, and I see this awful place,
I will see my mama’s misery, the sadness in her face-
The reason she can’t touch me - rusted bars that enslave,
The waste on the floor of this huge sunless cave.
Soon I will feel the suffering that billions have to know-
Corporate greed surrounds me, as I begin to grow.