What are we to them? Clearly something whose soul
Should be ripped from their body.
They see our vertical spine, and decide the differences,
or even similarities in our physical structure has determined
A superiority complex, that there is
No chance that we may inhabit the same space, or same life

Majestic, natural, fearfully and wonderfully made,
We are that we are.
Born into a body that was created by the hands of nature,
Conceived by the spirits of those who joined together,
Developed by the expanding muscles of a bundle sack,
Enlightened by the senses of the surrounding natural abundances

We are
Something to be cherished for neurologically
Determining the necessary characteristics to live, breathe, migrate
We are,
Delicately delivered pictures of life that should be handled but not e handled

Yet we kill for meat, kill for pride
Kill for sorrow; kill to hide and to live.