The Triumph of Meat

The triumph of meat, that freedom is true,
And far more precious than a thousand laws.
Together, with friendship, the joy of the hunt
Beams on their faces, and when asked
They say, "We believe our ancestors
"When they die, go up with the Son."
Pure freedom, joy, and ecstasy is on their faces
Knowing that the Baboon's meat is everything.
The philosophical depths stop at life's necessities.
What's most important is "Meat".
A simple answer like a Child were giving it.
The little civilization forages through the forests
And the veldts, searching the ranges for food.
All life is a search for the bare necessities.
Their civilization is more ancient than Babylon.
They are happier than any German.
They are far more alive than any Spaniard.
They are far more wise than any Chinaman.
What the tsetse prevents them from obtaining
Is found among the fruits of foraging.