A large, bright room, a white table, white coats. Shining instruments, tools and people – ghosts. Bent over the table Curious, strong and hard hands.
Stronger and harder human glance, watching the agony. Professor – the doctor explains. Touches the little animal. And from the table rabbit eyes full of fear. The bound body trembles with pain When the lancet stabs.
In the sunlight the professor calculates, Points out, what business is it of his That the rabbit writhes in pain. It only exists here As long as it is alive.
Desperate rabbit's eyes Meet the human, Merciless eyes, Closes therefore its own. The life of the rabbit so short, Its heart so small.
They have always done it this way. Doctors, fathers, grandchildren. For the higher, loftier purposes Of humanity and science.
