One wonders how nature now views what we do
how the creator examines it too
in cold climes thick fur was the coat
of those who
lived in the depths of the
inclement dew
protection was sought
and provided by fur
in the depths of the psyche
did anyone stir
the tribe who had skin
and knew of its worth
though was not born
necessarily ,out on the earth
where the fur bearing souls dwelt
but in cities where
they wore thicker clothing
as such were aware
but fashion sprung forth
and the eyes of those who
created their garments
of many a hue
of many a thickness
decided the fate
of the skin bearing souls
who just couldn’t wait
to be skinned alive
to be tortured so
to be hunted and trapped
and face their deaths slow
and painful so humans
could deal in their skins
and sink in a mire
for their vilest of sins
they exploited these sweet souls
by caging them till
they mostly went bonkers
then they did kill
by electrocution
its terribly wrong
creation must see that these
souls don’t belong
but man unkind is just
as unkind as can be
he slaughters and tortures
those who walk free
and then he abuses his position for he
makes childrens’ toys from them
my goddess we see
teddy bears ,toy cats
all sorts of toys
designed to bring happiness
and to bring joys
to little folk who are to cuddle and kiss
the dead skins of animals
they are taking the piss
they are shunning creation
the tortured are there
Raccoon dogs dying in abject despair
ruptured and torn in their last throes of life
hooked up and stripped of
their skins with a knife
the toy makers come
with their smiles and their guile
buy up the dead skins
and just for a while
chemical treatments they tell us they
are a unique gift for our children today
and the well heeled parents listen and buy
and more and more animals
then have to die
our children are sleeping
with dead little souls
who were pulled from their families
and beaten by trolls
this is whats happening
this is what we do
the skin of dead animals
oh goddess its true