Your coat once had a face

Animals were created by
the same spark that made you and I
who gives you the right to wear
the dead skin and a soul’s despair
how on earth can that make you
beautiful what does it do
you have skin
why can’t you be
satisfied in fact like me

you selfish sod
what you desire
puts animals into the fire
they are trapped and killed
or farmed and they
get tortured and many pass away
or get the anal poker trick
that clearly makes them very sick

some are hung up on a hook
yes I know you don’t want to look
and some troll tears it off their back
cut them makes a vile attack
and there they hang minus
their skin
bleeding out oh yes they spin
around in the sunshine as the die
with blood and tears then in each eye

their agony one can’t explain
it enormous think of it that pain
your whole body minus skin
it is perhaps the worst kind of sin
but you accept that and the coat
and wear it its soft on your throat
many babies died so you
could walk become a fur hag too

it had a face it had a heart
it had 4 legs
when it did start
the creature cried
it screamed it yelled
but you were sleeping
and you held
your breath no doubt
awaiting to
show off the skins
all over you

you have no heart to speak of
you have no soul alas
you have a karmic balance
a deepening morass
that will open up and swallow
you
hopefully one fine day
for swearing the skins of others
at sometime you must pay