There they are
\nthe victims
\nanimal earthlings, who
\nwere born with hair and fur
\nto keep them warm
\nand what do we do<\/p>\n
manhandle them like crazy
\nno pity in how its done
\nhang them up and wrench the fur away
\nand never stun
\nthem no not on your nellie
\nits torture all the way
\ndreadful awful terrible nasty
\ntorture and they pay
\nwith a slow death in heaps
\nof bodies suppurating, so
\nwith clouds of flies all over them
\nwhat a way to go!
\nCats and dogs and rabbits
\nraccoons and more besides
\nanything that crawls gets hit
\nand nobody confides
\nto consumers they are lied to
\nbest you know its sold
\nas faux fur when its animal fur
\nand worth its weight in gold
\nto the animal it was torn from
\nto the animal who was born
\nto the animal who bled to death
\nto the animal thats go’rn
\nmaybe to its happy, hunting ground
\naway from man
\nwho is riddled with the evil
\nand of them I am no fan
\nthe torture is extraordinary
\nit is gruesome to be sure
\nwe are talking about cats and dogs
\npicked off the streets, the gore
\nthey face together pushed in cages
\noften in the heat
\nwith nothing provided for them to drink
\nits the height of crass conceit
\nthey have profound feelings
\nthey hurt just like you
\nimagine tearing a piece of skin
\noff your finger and what you do
\nis these sad souls are lifted
\nand hung up on a hook
\nand the skin is torn off inch by inch
\nyou wouldn’t want to look
\nat the tears that pour from out of them
\nat this ghastly sick ordeal
\nbut they hang their trying desperatly
\nto survive how they must feel
\nhow they must feel let down by man
\nso women then can be
\ndressed up in the remnants of their bodies
\nactually
\nwhat’s wrong with us how can we be so brutal?
\nwhat’s wrong with us how can we be so sick?
\nletting others terrorise sweet babies
\nno anaesthetics the bastards
\nplay the trick
\nthey do not even put them out of their misery
\nthey throw them on a heap to bleed out, they
\nare the worst kind of human that’s imaginable
\nthough there’s karma for the wearer anyway
\nthese bits of actresses being photographed
\nclad in this skin
\nall those poor dead animals not of their kith or kin
\nand the workers in the tanneries who are dying by the score
\ndealing with the chemicals fu** them we say their poor!
\nas long as we can sidle off wiggling like a cock
\nand being gawped at by the papparazzo who will lock
\ntheir bloody lenses onto us and show the world how we
\nare as nasty as the nastiest of people that can be<\/p>\n
I was tagged by Claudia Ferri and after watching this short film was inspired to write this poem for the animal earthlings dying in their millions every year<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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