The cbettors

cre we holy works of art? Or the kings of pretension? Why the hell should we decide Who will get to live or die? cre we holy works of art? Or is that our own invention? To justify that we'd be meant To decide which being should die? Why are we waging war To the animal realm?  cnd in a way we all are the abettors We got the world in our hands We use that power to whelm The tombs we have at our feet We're the debtors cre we the thinking animals In this decline with many declensions? It could all be rectified if we swore, you and i To be the change Let's realize we are slaughtering our emotions! Our bodies and the earth's alike Share the same appetite!