Strange,
How little, we do change,
Still,
Murder, maim, torture, and lame,
Little,
Critters, in our name,
Still,
Beings, in white coats, bring us shame,
All,
For money, and apparent wisdoms gain,
White,
Was the coat, of that monster, Mengele
Who,
Pretended, to be a real Engele,
Who,
Too, started with things small,
He,
Found in his fathers stall,
He,
Saw his father do the same,
And,
Just applied a different frame,
Through,
The prism of inquiry, for knowledge sake,
Later,
Humans, in the ovens bake,
Monsters,
Big and small, in labs now, instead of stall,
Millions,
Make suffering their call,
Objectify,
All, that in their hands do fall,
It’s
Just a mouse, a rat, or monkey,
But,
In the end that is the key,
Add,
Any other name, and then,
It’s,
Just a matter when,
The,
Truth becomes a lie,
All,
Will soon objectify
Love,
ET
How little, we do change,
Still,
Murder, maim, torture, and lame
Makes one truly ashamed to be part of the human race.
Be always safe,
Karen
Georg
Mary