You preach salvation

Through meatless plates

Rally in streets, righteous,

Against slaughterhouse gates

“All life is sacred!”

Your banners decree

While crushing grass beneath

Your protesting feet

You shun flesh and blood

Dairy, eggs, and fish

Yet massacre forests

Of green on your dish

Blind zealot, consider:

The silent scream

Of wheat beneath scythes

Of corn in machines

Plants feel pain too

Rooted, they endure

Watching kin fall

Unable to cure

Their chemical cries

Lost in the wind

As you claim virtue

Through botanical sin

Nature's truth is simple:

Life feeds on life

Whether tooth or root

All ends in strife

Your moral highground

Is quicksand below

For to exist is to kill

This, biology shows

So weigh your choice:

Starve for your creed

Or accept nature's cycle

Of hunger and need

Remember this truth

As you ponder your worth:

You're not above nature

But part of its mirth