Though written some twenty years ago by the talented Yusuf Abbasi the poem below is an apt presentation of the state of humanity today. Indeed, man kills in a thousand ways and yet we call ourselves as ‘The grand creatures’.
The vulture whispered
To the wind
Heavy with stench
An evil spirit
Hovering
Over the dead animal,
Remains of a tiger’s kill
Visited by hyenas.
Lo these beasts!
So mean!
They kill only to eat
Leave us nothing
Save bones, and no meat.
Lo! man, the noble beast
He kills his fellow beings
In a thousand ways
And leaves them all
For our feast.
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