Imagine It’s Thee!
Poem Written By Supreme Master Ching Hai
Confined in a dirty, tiny, little crate Don’t know how to spell s-p-a-c-e –space-
Wading in filth and urine and stench Never feel the sun or breeze on my skin!
Are these made only for human beings?
Can neither turn to the left nor right Force-fed drugs till you lose your mind!
Sweltering at noon, frozen in the night Fresh air?
What is it, in the name of life?
Cuddling babies?
You might trample on them!
Or they’ll die from cold and rotten hygiene If they survive, they’ll be eaten afresh
At such tender months!
Oh all the Gods!!!
Can’t even tell of my nightmare The entire human race, anyone cares?!
I live in terror and suffering my whole life Just for their pleasure = a bloody bite!
Enduring truck with hampering stand To wherever to be torn open from limb to limb
Or to hang from one leg on the ceiling!
And to have your throat slit like a worst criminal
Gut and blood spilling all over Amid crying, begging and agonizing screams!
How can anyone bear or enjoy such a sight?
Have they all been dumb, deaf and blind?
Since when have humans become so cruel, Losing all their loving, kind nature?
They kick, stab, slice and torture Oh the pain is beyond endure!
I cry for help!
… Is someone there?!...
How come only blood, blood, and blood everywhere?
Within these cramped, dark, horror-filled walls
There is no one but axes and shadows Shadows that are mighty, axes that are sharp
I am terrified; I am small, trembling helpless.
Oh!
If you odn’t know if there is hell Come and see, right here, nowhere else!
Dear Human friends, how can this be?
Why, why, why must you torture and eat me?
Imagine it’s thee.
Imagine it’s a member of – Thy family�