Creatures

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.