There are only a few creatures
who kill their own kind, 
unless it’s for food or in self-defense.
What do the birds think
when they see the bombs
break on the villages below; 
What do butterfies think
when they find themselves
caught in the crossfire? 
What do stray dogs think
when kids beat a homeless man
to death? 
It’s a good thing they don’t think, 
(so biologist say) , 
or they’d give us a piece of their mind.                
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