In the wilds of the world,
Where the beasts roam free,
There's a truth that's unfurled,
For all to plainly see.

When a human extends harm,
To end the life of a creature,
In that moment, they lose charm,
And become a base feature.

For animals don't kill for sport,
Or to indulge some dark desire,
Their instinct drives them to abort,
Only what they need to...