Extinction fates the cows’ pigs paint with blood they bleed!
Perhaps we turn to flies frogs die extracting?
Or roaches roasting – Fuck! Hot embers burn!
My skin is boiling wings birds shelter nests from reign!
To what extent do dogs eat meat to mimic
Desires hunger’s blood brings forth? I’m lost…
Let’s cannibalize proud plant persecutionists!
I need to taste the flesh God grants us privilege!
Extermination calls forth hunters sworn!
For war is but a game we play
So what we know will stay the same.
–Kevin Flors
Thanks for reading
NOTICE: This piece is SATIRICAL. The speaker of the poem is by no means respectable or reputable. Basically, do NOT “cannibalize proud plant persecutionists” or any human being, okay? (Seriously that’s not cool).
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