Jan 11 2009


by Edward


Nov 25 2008

End of an era

by Edward

I have often a strange feeling that I am living in ancient times – it’s like the world has not quite yet caught up with my views. We often hear about slavery, human sacrifice, and disabled babies being thrown out of cliffs, with a feeling of detachment because it’s something that happened so long ago – something associated with old barbaric cultures of the past.

Indeed one of the reasons the holocaust is obviously so shocking to us is because it happened less than a century ago, which is really unimaginable. Yet it’s very strange for me to see people living their lives with no guilt whatsoever when as a direct consequence of their diet, billions of animals are being murdered every year. And were this happening out of utter necessity and the need to survive I wouldn’t question it as it would be part of nature. But at this day and age with food choices so plentiful the reasons for consuming animals are purely because of its taste and nothing more. That of course is an act so selfish that it angers me.

Just so that people have a tasty meal on a daily basis they subject live sentient beings to the most gruesome lives and deaths. Animals who have no voice of their own to fight for their rights like blacks, women and gays have had.

I think it’s time people become more conscious about their actions and the direct consequences of them. I think it’s time that happened with the masses and not only with a few who have access to information and the time and intellect to ponder about it.

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Nov 13 2008

A poem for the innocent

by Edward

There’s something incredibly liberating about writing a poem.
I didn’t follow any metric rules or strict rhymes, but the message is there and is one very close to my heart.

Mouth touching death.
Murder of the innocent.
Stale bodies devoid of breath
Unnecessarily heaven sent.

How can guilt not stop you?
When full knowledge you possess
Of the suffering that they go through
Full of blood, pain and distress.

Surely it tickles your taste bud.
But is it really sensible?
They pay it with their blood
And your reward is dispensable.

For the sake of a bit of meat
We deprive them of happiness
With disregard them we treat
And kill them all in masses.

And not single thought is spared
For those who gave their life away.
They died in pain and scared
Just so you live another day.

But they feel just like you do
Yet throats are sliced on your behalf.
Pre-packed they come to you
No flowers, grave or epitaph.

Jul 15 2008


by Edward

selfish |ˈselfi sh |
(of a person, action, or motive) lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one’s own personal profit or pleasure

I often do a lot of thinking, especially about the state of the world, humanity, the future, etc… so I was wondering, if there was a single word that could explain most of the problems in the world, what would that word be?


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