Thou Art That to Them

6/4/19

We see it in each other,

Even those that we call brother.

Sometimes I really wonder:

If we are that to them. 

Innocent and graceful;

Their treatment quite distasteful.

How can we be so hateful?

We must be that to them.

We take them from their homes,

Destroy their whole biomes,

Kill them when they're grown.

Who could we be but that to them?

It is true we are their devil;

Taking cruelty to another level,

In corruption, we do revel.

Must we always be that to them?