giving an answer

we won't accept there's a dispute
between the wonders on each side
none choose which destrier to ride
nor what will vanish down the chute
no difference between man or brute
life is the same beneath the hide
blood cannot be a source of pride
but thought's the fount of all repute
light disappears with all desire
our hopes are focused on the sky
there's nothing here to hold us back
in every heart there must be fire
each of us overcomes the lie
and puts the torturer to the rack