I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity"
But I consider it a measure of my humanity
to be written off by the living graves of a billion murdered lives
And I'm not ashamed of my recurring dreams
about me and a gun and a different species
(hint: starts with "h" and rhymes with "Neuman's")
of carnage strewn about the stockyards
the factories and farms
Still I know as well as anyone
that it does less good than harm
to be this honest with a conscience eased by lies
But you cannot deny that meat is still murder
Dairy is still rape
And I'm still as stupid as anyone
but I know my mistakes
I have recognized one form of oppression
now I recognize the rest
And life's too short to make another's shorter
animal liberation now!)