FLESH:

Meat by any other name, is always merely flesh,

Pink, fat, flabby or tough, soft, stale or firmly fresh,

Born & bred, reared, nurtured, tenderly fed & grown,

Stroked & caressed, hunted, eaten, carried back home,

Bought, cooked, processed, canned or simply just loved,

On plate, in pot & pan, in fridge & freezer placed & shoved,

In haunches, chops, roasts, or simply tongues from heads,

Wooed, flaunted on arms & made love to upon lovers beds,

Meat is meat, flesh is flesh, man is man & beast simply beast,    

We´re all beast, we are flesh, all awaiting the imminent feast,

What difference does it make, having our two legs or four?

We all have the same organs, be it feather, foot, fur or paw,

We all bleed, we all feel & suffer & we all know the same pain,

Who knows, into which beast we shall reincarnate as again?