This is for the animals

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This is for the animals,
caged and tied-up in a zoo.
With fleeting stimulus, they hadn’t a single clue;
when their next meal is, look out it may be you!
It’s a sad place to be an animal,
when you’re caged or tied-up in a zoo.

This is for the animals,
housed by the thousands in buildings bigger than your house.
Where they can’t escape the corpses of their family and friends,
where they share the feces covered, ammonia-drenched floors with a mouse or two.
Kicked.  Thrown.  Beaten.
Raped.  Killed.  Repeated.
It’s a sad place to be an animal,
when you’re squeezed together tightly inside a factory farm.

This is for the animals,
in the labs.
The mice, the dogs and kittens, monkeys and pigs–just to name a few.
Who are subjected to drugs no one will ever use because they’re so dangerous.
Kidney failure, cancer, sexual dysfunction and insanity are inevitable.
They know not the colour of all that liquid you put around your eyes,
and yet they’re still tortured, the only light in sight florescent ones.
Enduring life-long torment, restless and abused–
it’s a sad place to be an animal,
when you’re abused in a lab.

This is for the animals,
that have their homes ripped apart.
Deforestation, coral devestation happens so often I wish it were a dying art.
Where strangulation in trawling nets, painful hooks sink through gills-
where posion fills the veins of monkey families, and guns are shot off at willy nilly.
And just for the pallet pleasure of a cookie made with palm,
and just for the pallet pleasure of a lobster on a platter, tortured and boiled alive
for so many it doesn’t seem to matter.
It’s a sad place for the animals,
when you’re considered commodities in the ocean, and your rainforest is being burned to the ground.

This is for the animals,
who are caged on fur farms.
Who’s lives are dictated by people with anal-probing electrodes built like fire.
With the sole intention of killing, of showing no desire
to exhibit empathy as they skin them, peel them alive.
Despite their screams and pleas for restitude, this desolate murder continues,
so that people have fur, skin and scaled coats to mark their status.
It’s a sad place for the animals,
who are held captive in fur farms.

This is for the animals,
known as humans who walk this earth.
Your pain on the streets, deserts and forests is evident.
You know not the power of love by hands of circumstance,
and your choices don’t seem like your choices anymore as you’re forced to dance a dance.
Lonely and confused that you are, you inflict the same damage you’ve been shown, upon your brethern.
this is for the animals known as humans,
who stand a fighting chance.

This is for the human and nonhuman animals,
because I know the truth behind this.
I am the one who stands alone atop a hill of man-made thrones,
acting like hierarchy is something that’s bestowed upon us!
When we act like brutes to the ones that grace our lives with love and have lives of their own,
we lose our hearts and souls.
I vow to make the world a safe, happy place for all of the animals-myself included-so we won’t all die alone.

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