Mirror mirror . . .

Mirror mirror on my wall
White Tiger by Petr Kratochvil

Mirror mirror on my wall,

Who’s the greatest misfit of them all?

My Sir, you are the greatest misfit of them all.

With your hide so soft ‘n tender.

‘n your teeth so dull ‘n slender.

‘n your nails so thin ‘n fragile.

‘n your ability not so agile.

‘n your senses nay so keen.

‘n your demeanor O so mean.

My Sir, ‘n human master I may call

The greatest misfit of them all!

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Author: Peter Schreiner

Vegan, Anarchist, Writer, Poet. Planted on Planet Insanity. Poisoned by the wrath of humanity. Purpose, earthling liberation.

9 thoughts on “Mirror mirror . . .”

  1. I love this poem.

    Though I adore Alaska, it’s hard for a vegan to be around to much meat. I understand living off what’s around you, subsisting in your current setting…the hunter mentality of survival. Not a lot of trophy hunting that I’ve seen, other than people flying in from the lower 48 to catch a wall ornament. Most people here kill to eat and there’s not a lot of tofu.

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    1. Thanks for your comment, Susan. I’ll attempt brevity, but I’ll fail.

      I understand responsible hunting for survival purposes is one thing. I don’t like it, I wish the world different, but it’s not. Native Americans come to mind when I think about the role of a responsible hunter acting on survival, and as a beneficial predator, although they too may have overstepped the bounds of beneficial hunters. They and the animal predators—safe to say—typically prey on the less than strong and healthy of a species, thereby keeping the remaining herd, school, flock, or whatever fit and firm, and nature in balance.

      Hunting for sport—the taking of a sentient life, a life that has as much right to roam our shared planet as we and who desires life—taking life for the thrill of the kill is dancing to a different drum, way different. And, I believe, set the stage for the wars, hate, and indifference that plague our world; but more on that later or some other time, perhaps.

      A beneficial predator takes no pleasure in killing. It is not a sport. It is something that musts be done for the survival of the species. And for all I can reconcile of life, I find it takes a degree of depravity to kill unnecessarily, or simply for the pleasure of palate, desire, or compensation. Or if not depravity, than at least derived from a conditioning or reconditioning of our natural inborn compassion, our feelings, and our respect for life. That character we possessed as children when killing was a frightful thought.

      Sport hunting can in no manner of realism claim to be beneficial. Here, where deer hunting is popular and rednecks abound, hunters claim that if they didn’t kill the deer they’d over populate. And in a sense, that’s true. But the reality is we’ve over populated ourselves and killed off all the deer’s natural and beneficial predators and left little for the deer other than suburbs. And these boastful hunters always hunt the strongest of the species, damn them.

      I’ve spent most my life as an omnivore, it’s the way tradition, religion, and culture had taught me. It wasn’t my way. And the time came when I realized that animals have rights, must have rights if we ourselves desire peace. It’s hypocritical to imagine a peaceful planet where animals are brutally treated. But there lie the crux of our problem, isn’t it. Our puppet rulers won’t imagine peace, can’t imagine peace and most people blindly and trustingly follow their lead, and I’m digressing.

      The time came when I first seen pigs prodded, kicked, beat, thrown, and yes, even sexually abused in their factory farm hell. The time when I seen a milk cow stabbed with a screwdriver with no escape then beat repeatedly. The time when I seen a mother cow love her newborn then have it taken away. Fortunately, I did not see these atrocities first hand because my self-control under these circumstances I know not to trust.

      The experience changed my life. I wasn’t going to be part of the madness, the demand for this cruelty. But more than that, it opened my eyes and cleared the way to a revolutionary existence of freedom within myself. I learnt to trust and think for myself in a way that I never had before. It was magical, a spiritual awakening, but not one that requires a god. It was a secular awakening also. One that revealed many things, one of which is animal agriculture is a greedy business. A big business and one that thrives and depends on lies, oppression, and cruelty on a scale the world has never before known.

      I’m reminded of documentary I was once told about. As I remember it, there was this woman who lived in Alaska—maybe you know of her, maybe it’s you—she is a vegetarian but her survival demanded that she catch and store salmon for the winter months. My veganism would never dare to judge this woman.

      Aha, but I ramble. Sorry.

      Thank you, Susan, for lending your ear and peace be to you, yours, and Alaska.

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