ARE WE CATTLE?

To be prodded, herded, branded, caged, and fattened for the slaughter?

Ignorantly chewing our cud;

Staring dumbly at our slaughterer with our big, vacant eyes.

DO NOT PROTEST.

I must believe that we are cattle:

For while He never hesitates to employ

His machines to kill us;

While He never hesitates to use his tricks

To enslave us,

Still we are timid,

Still refusing to care enough;

Still refusing to meet the enemy in battle:

He fires bullets; we throw pebbles.

DO NOT PROTEST.

Our numbers are great; our power is great;

And still He whips us until we submit,

Still He guilts us

For daring to attempt the ultimate thing.

It is OUR cowardice that breaks us;

It is OUR fear and comfort that betray us.

    Are we cattle?

   Only if we are not serious.

DO NOT PROTEST.