The Hunt

(Esse post sai do post anterior. Entáo é preciso ler o outro primeiro)

- The embellishment and ritualization of the hunt done by animals as population control wouldn't be a step closer to the defense of social "cleaning" and "hygiene" that develops into massacres and intolerance?

No.

Weakness of Man is not weakness of limb.
Blind-man and limp-man are no lesser kin.
No longer in arms our strenght now lays,
We are long past those feral days.
Strenght belongs to he who seeks.
But those who hunt the body-weaks,
the different of face or of other complexion,
He is the Weak, he who breeds Hate,
He who suffers of Man's worst fate:
For Hate only comes where there is no imagination
He is the uncontrolled prey, that without predation
makes wastes of the valleys, minds and hills.
Hunt him we must, make him our kill!
Look him in the eyes and speak of death!
True death, life-death, show him Strenght.
With thirst and joy we will hunt the hollow-men.
With love we destroy the weak hollow-men!
Their hiding disguise presents perfect health
But Oh!, The lame cow will reveal itself...