WE SUFFER AS EQUALS
“And I discovered
when we suffer,
we suffer as equals.
And in their capacity to suffer,
a dog is a pig is a bear is a boy.”
~ Philip Wollen, Kindness Trust
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Image Credit: Skool of Vegan
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
BEFORE HE DID, THE BASTARD MILKED HER
An exerpt from The Philip Wollen Story
“There was no single seminal event, just a gradual realization that I had experienced a paradigm shift in my thinking. There was a time when I used to joke that the only thing that will change a man is if he a) finds religion or b) Has a full frontal lobotomy. Nowadays, I say it is when he discovers his character.
If there ever was a Damascene event in my case, then it would be the time I visited a large industrial conglomerate in the course of my professional work as a merchant banker. I inspected one of their subsidiaries – which turned out to be a slaughterhouse. It was the most terrifying experience of my life and it affected me profoundly. I made the most important decision of my life that morning. To become a vegetarian; to leave my career; and become an advocate for social justice.
But I was not yet a vegan. I didn’t know enough. I thought that dairy was the bucolic, peaceful image of green pastures and crystal streams, rolling hills and the poetry of Wordsworth and Shelley. Little did I know that behind the dairy walls was a cruel industrial juggernaut, a vile gulag of despair.
I discovered that milk was meat in liquid form. During a business trip to India I saw a milkman dragging and whipping a cow. She had been badly injured in an accident with a lorry. To get her to move, he was throwing chili powder in her eyes, and shoving sharp objects in her anus. He had a chain around her neck and forced her to walk with a broken leg and severe injuries to her spine. Beside her walked her scrawny, starving and terrified calf, ribs protruding and her skinny legs trembling. At the slaughterhouse gate, he unchained her. But before he did so, the bastard milked her. If that sight does not change the heart of a man, nothing will. . . . ” ~ Philip Wollen, Kindness Trust
THE SLAP IN THE FACE OF A STARVING CHILD
“Poor countries sell their grain to the West,
while their own children starve in their arms,
and we feed it to livestock,
so we can eat a steak?
Am I the only one who sees this as a crime?
Every morsel of meat we eat
is slapping the tear-stained face of a starving child.
When I look into her eyes, should I be silent?
The earth can produce enough for everyone’s need,
but not enough for everyone’s greed.”
~ Philip Wollen
Kindness Trust: http://www.kindnesstrust.com/
Veganism…The time has come.