No, I'm not the same as you
Butcher human with a knife
Merciless and killing life
For flesh to eat and money too
No, I am of the gentle few
Who love and care for things alive
Their right to live, right to survive
God grant one day your sons will see
The evil of your cruelty
The billions killed in fear and pain
The torture and the greedy gain
Then perhaps one day they too will be
Supporters of our liberty
