How to Forgive Humans

It’s tough to be creatures
Who see their end clearly
And can’t pretend they don’t.

Faith remains the needle
That sews the eyes of faith.
Self-harm’s for survival,

And profound faith isn’t
So bad, considering
Their lives’ alternatives.

You just wish the kittens
Had never become cats,
Never seen the inside

Of the rough burlap sack
They thought was mother’s tongue.