Bereaved
Knife
"Please allow me to kill you",
implored the honest butcher,
and sprinkled a little water
on the face of the animal.
It shook its
head
as if in agreement,
and the knife went down.
Butcher relieved a
sinless sigh,
bereaved knife shed tears,
in red.
SK Iyer
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged
by the way its animals are treated.
- Mahatma
Gandhi
He who is cruel to
animals becomes hard in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man
by his treatment of animals.
- Immanuel
Kant