We've got no right(s)

Who are we, to portray the pain, the difficulties of existence, of one species against another? Who are we, to take these organisms as individuals and call them "art", while they're just "trying to live"? Who are we, to designate and to assassinate the parliamentary cabbage, the garden. When, in turn, each year, it is to give itself to the existence of us, and during its most mature period, the healthiest period in its life, it's cut down...just before it starts to die. I propose that humans as well are cut down shortly before they're supposed to die, and are fed into another species, where they are allowed to benefit.

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