What are we?
The people who inhabit this wretched Earth
Why do we think the Cosmos is ours?
Why are we entitled to birth?
We are not masters
We own no man
We own no animal
We own no land
And what are we but animals?
Blessed with a larger brain
Too afraid to think otherwise
That every lower creature we train
And we train ourselves
For we are but pests
Who are afraid of larger beings
We are but insects
The Cosmos is big
And we are afraid
Always afraid
