We have a responsibility
To all living souls and we
Who have that responsibility
Should come out now and be
Ready now to take to task
The infidels for they
Are filled with illegitimacy
More so every day
Israel don’t be happy
For what you meant to portray
A mean and ignorant bunch of pratts
That walk the same highway
Clearly their immorality
And misfeasance on a high
I resent their filthy efforts
And the goats that have to die
Imagine the fear the lasting fear
That builds up to the pain
Torn out of a holding pen
And made to feel the insane
Humans can we call them that
These rogues these unjustified
Hoodlums dancing prancing chancing
Should be crucified
The ingratitude of creation
The goats are wondrous souls
What a thankless energy
Is this man kinds roles
Is this the so called energy
That Israel puts out here
The merciless destruction
With extraneous fear
Slapping their heads
Cutting their throats
Building on abject fear
And all done In Front of the others
Internally it’s clear
These Israeli men are so unreal
They are callous and severe
Thoughtless driven sicko’s
Without pity do you hear?
And where I ask are the women
Who might love one of these men
Who might hold them and embrace them
Seeing this now when
Could you embrace these monsters
Their spitefulness is high
Reality for goodness sake
They are the evil eye
Blood thirsty their ferociousness
On innocent sentient souls
Unloving and uncaring
How can these be goals
That any man would fight for
Their irascibility
Short tempered and so tetchy
And extra peppery
A sullenness that’s uncalled for
A wrathfulness to hate
I view with indignation
Each goat that has to wait
It knows the pain each suffers
The anger that abounds
To die like this so embittered
With all these joyous sounds
A sort of party atmosphere
One’s hackles they would rise
And why because they are killing you
You witness your own demise
The bad blood and aversion
The world of Facebook sees
It is an abomination
To bring one to ones knees
The hostility you are showing
The animosity
Total alienation
Of creatures we can see
Not combatants
Just angels really
Mothers maybe too
Your insolence and defiance
Is terrible and that’s true
Do you believe in
Karma
Whether you do or not
You will get your just reward
In the fires of hell real hot
Have your celebration
But be solemn for we know
Those who have no humility
Will be the first to go
I feel honestly so sad for those poor animals
Their pain is our pain