Toothless Ruth

Without proof or cuth to display compassion,
At its roots from where empathy begins...
To spread and bloom given room to do.
Yet it claimed introduced weapons used.
Unrelenting endlessly.
With a ruthless shown witnessed capability.
Is no different than gumming on a steak,
Toothless.
Yet...
Devoured to have the observing of it believed,
Tenderness administered to meat...
Freshly killed and rare to taste.
Had been a consideration.
But...
Why waste the thrill,
Of warm blood to crave.
Anticipated by the ones accustomed,
To debating...
Whether road kill is a better appetite,
Served to celebrate ancestors...
As an honor to show the progress,
Their descendants have made.
Away from sticks and stones thrown.
To run back into caves.
And today?
Missiles are used to ensure,
No roads are used to kill anything to eat.
If whatever it may be,
Could be identified and recognized...
To be thought a human being!
And...
Not an animal,
Dwelling in buildings.
To crawl from caves below them.

No cuth has toothless ruth!

'Uh...
Is it,
C-U-T-H?
Or...
C-O-U-T-H?'

'Oh.
So now you want to know,
Which recipe is better to eat and chew?
Whatever you decide.
I'm hungry!'

'Hungry for what?'

'The boom boom bang bang.
Geeessshhh!
And you claim to have a progressive mind!?'