I hunt in a pack, track my prey, wolf is my totem god,
In the name of the wolf, I kill the elk, and even gods applaud.
I kill them with their permission, it's all for the greater good,
Their sacrifice enables I survive, not perish in this wood.
I farm near rivers, pray for rain, earth is my mother goddess,
I kill the plants, plant the seeds, regeneration is earth's prowess.
From the seeds springs new life, even cut-n-dried trunks regenerate,
I let the husk turn to compost, don't leave the rebirth to fate.
I herd and roam, search new lands, Krishna is my patron god,
My flock may graze, till it kills the land, but Gopala frets not.
I move ahead, the land lies fallow, it sure as sun will flower again,
That I invade and plunder is a minor trouble, for the mountains and the plain.
All life is but violence, you need to sacrifice an animal or a tree,
For tree, the trunk or seed begets new life, for the animal, he is set free.
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