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!).