Animals

For power.

For religion.

For right. For wrong.

So much killing that no other animal in the kingdom subjects their own species to for reasons that even on ones deathbed won’t matter.

Whether you are making the gun or pulling the trigger; you feel you have the divine right to kill someone. Whether you are building the bomb or pushing the detonator; you feel you have the divine right to take away someone’s mother. Whether you are the one ordering the cull or the one acting on the order; you are murdering a generation.

After thousands of years of murder and passing the blame when will humanity stop killing their own brothers and sisters. When will the efficiency of the human brain, which produces the thought to gain power and follow religion, realise that we all come from the same place. We have the same genetic make up; we all have people we love and we would all be devastated when that person is deemed collateral damage.

Since when did anyone have the right to kill? Does sitting behind a desk give you a moral high ground as you bang that gavel and sentence someone to death? A child’s life in the crosshairs of your rifle is simply snuffed out because the pinch of the trigger takes a second in a lifetime of a hundred thousand hours. Does the ease take away the guilt? Do you feel any?

Everyone has a mother. A father. Someone in this world who loves them. That person who gives them their daily smile. A face etched with joy and a lifetime branded with happiness. Wiped away in another persons second of stupidity. Wiped like a tear falling on a cheek or a bloodstain on a cold wooden floor.

Males quarrel in competition. The weaker fall behind and fall victim to a hungry alpha. The smaller get trampled and forgotten. Funny how this can so easily be mistaken for humans that none take the time to see that we don’t need to kill to survive. For love. For food. For nothing. We can survive enough on our intellect and preserve what we have without resorting to ‘this is mine, not yours’. It is the pure ‘want’ of something, like land or proving someone/thing wrong, that propels us into this forbidden and shameful territory where death is second nature.

Animals need to kill in order to survive.

We ‘need’ to kill in order to grasp onto something more. Something unearned. Some unnatural desire to better a life that at birth was so pure and perfect already. Our hunger for the perfect life reveals our fangs; it reveals our bloodthirsty nature and blinds us to what was already pristine and beautiful.

If you ask me, we are the real animals. They use their instincts to hunt and kill to survive. We use our intelligence to maim, murder, massacre until surviving becomes the biggest challenge we face.

Kill or be killed.

Our instincts have been swallowed by our greed.

We are the deadliest animal. And it’s time to cage the kind that deserve its boundaries.

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