Beast-meat and man-meat are the same,
both have blood that's red, sir.
Men eat beasts, but even jackals
shun a man that's dead, sir.
The potter Brahmas shaped the earth;
death, birth - where do things pass, sir?
But you eat animals and fish
as if they grew like grass, sir.
For gods and goddesses of clay
you slaughter a living beast, sir.
If your god's real, why can't he go
to the field and have his feast, sir?
Kabir says, 'saint, say Ram, Ram,
and Ram and Ram again, sir.
The things men eat to please their tongues
come back to eat the men, sir.
Kabir
