The vulture whispered
To the wind,
Heavy with stench,
Hovering like a spirit
Over the dead animal-
Remains of a tiger’s kill
Visited by hyenas,
Lo these beasts!
So mean!
They kill only to eat,
Leave us nothing
Save bones, and no meat.

Lo! Man the noble beast!
He kills he fellow beings
In a thousand ways,
And leave them all
For our feast.

M.Yusuf Abbasi- Published

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