Segunda canción abolicionista de Ben Frost

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This is the second song I've written regarding the abolition of animal exploitation, and the importance of ethical Veganism.
It is called 'Killed for Taste, Loved for Companionship - The Notes of Moral Schizophrenia'.

In this piece I attempt to highlight the severe speciesism within our society. I try to bridge the gap between the non-human animals we grant personhood (i.e the companion animals that we love), and the non-human animals we think of as our resources.


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Esta es la segunda canción que he escrito respecto a la abolición de la explotación animal y la importancia del veganismo ético. Se llama "Killed for Taste, Loved for Companionship - The Notes of Moral Schizophrenia"

En esta obra intento subrayar el grave especismo instaurado en nuestra sociedad. Trato de hacer una conexión entre los animales no humanos a los que concedemos personalidad (es decir, los animales de compañía que amamos), y los animales no humanos que usamos como recursos.

Killed for Taste, Loved for Companionship - The Notes of Moral Schizophrenia


Letra:

Why am I killed for taste, and raped for my product
When my counterpart - no different to me - is fetishized, not cut up.

Pray tell, what is the difference between the cat, the dog, and me?
Try as you might, you'll struggle for conclusion, that's speciesism you see.

Otherize me, in order to eat me
Call me meat, call me dairy and eggs
Just euphemisms of the truth
I have a heart, a mind, I'm made of flesh.

Pray tell, what is the difference between the cat, the dog, and me?
Try as you might, you'll struggle for conclusion, that's speciesism you see.

Teach your children to kill, make them selective, so in the end
They're so used to seeing the product, they forget that it once was me.

I'm no different to the one that you love,
I've simply drawn the short straw, my life ends in blood.

Why would you support this, I have every right not to be a slave
Just like the one you call family, I have a desire to live, to play.

Yet I'm tortured for your ease
I'm someone, who's become some 'thing'.

Why have you made me an 'it'?

So you're horrified to hear that somones beaten their dog?
Unecessary you say, yet - what does that make my death?