*Stars are multiplying*

AWFUL:you hate MY poem
OK: means that it was so so.
AWSOME:means you loved MY poem.

I wrote this poem.

The heavens are filling up...mankind is filling it.
We murder animals, they are our brothers and
sisters.
HOW DARE WE KILL THEM? HOW DARE WE TORTURE THEM?
We are filling up the heavens with innocent souls, that died in a
way that was not meant to be.

We ,Mankind, are destroying nature itself...we are nature, so are we not killing ourselves?

I look out my window and say to myself "What did this place under my home look Ike before we covered it with houses?"

Think about it.
Think long and hard.
Do you want your home ripped out
like we did to so many animal brothers and
sisters?

So mankind fills up the skies and soon
the stars will die forever...never to be remembered.
The dead cows and pigs and chickens we slaughtered
are all worthless right?
No! of course not we are killing with glee in our eyes.
We are a worst beast than any animal in the world.

IT'S LIKE HANDING A PHYCO MONKEY A MACHINE GUN AND LAETTING HIM OR HER RUN AROUND IN AN AIRPORT...That is what humans are now.

P.S I think the monkey is more careful with a machine gun.