“Living Graves”

Kripa-Maya Prabhu shared this poem during his most recent Bhagavatam class, and it was pretty striking to say the least

In the always noble effort of sharing, here is the whole poem for you.

Living Graves

By George Bernard Shaw


We are the living graves of murdered beasts,
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 path 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
Defenseless animals for sport or 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 hecatombs of slain,
To God, while outraging the moral law.
Thus cruelty begets its offspring – WAR

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This poem used to be recited at the end of the street play. The Butcher’s Nightmare.
George Bernard Shaw is worth looking into for his outspoken and philosophical presentations far ahead of his time.

According to our Lord Sri Sri Sri Sathya Sai Baba…

Start the Day with Love…
Fill the Day with Love…
End the day with Love…
This is the way to God…

My opinion…

The slaughter of animals destroys compasssion.

Help Ever
Hurt Never