Found in a slaughterhouse
\nBeyond belief
\nTerrible bondage
\nAn unmentionable grief
\nThere in a puddle
\nA body so small
\nLittle pink tips
\nHelpless just all
\nSadness and infamy
\nDowntrodden here
\nCut from the mothers womb
\nImagine the fear
\nThe wickedness present
\nThe butchers
\nWho thought
\nIt was Alright to do this
\nA matter of sport
\nTossed like some rubbish
\nDown onto the floor
\nA life force and angelic creature And more
\nGifted with a heart and lungs and a soul
\nAnd left there to die
\nAs some kind of goal<\/p>\n
A masterful act
\nOf a criminal mind
\nCallous and harsh
\nIt would be hard to find
\nSomeone as evil
\nTo own up and say
\nIt was me that did this
\nAnd why the dog now does lay
\nIn pure adversity
\nA victim of war
\nCreations great gift
\nExchanged for pure gore
\nThe mother was burned alive
\nTo hear her screams
\nImagine her offspring
\nIn its saddest dreams
\nRecounting the cacophony
\nAnd the misery
\nOf hearing her mother
\nIn such purgatory<\/p>\n
We picked BLU BLU up
\nIn a swaddling she
\nWas tiny and helpless
\nAnd hopelessly
\nWe had to just love her
\nAnd cuddle her so
\nFeed her and give her such joy
\nAnd to show
\nJust how people treat dogs
\nWith such cruelty
\nNever compassion
\nNor empathy
\nThey cause so much suffering
\nLamenting and tears
\nIt is insufferable
\nDown through the years<\/p>\n
This little soul in the fullness of time
\nRecovered and grew
\nAnd loved life and would climb
\nAnd run and just put all the bad vibes behind
\nShe would live being loved
\nWith the fullest of mind.<\/p>\n
Found by the angels
\nIn hell on Earth
\nIn a puddle of blood and guts
\nOf such great worth
\nA miracle puppy
\nGifted to be
\nGrateful and special
\nIn the canine tree<\/p>\n
Able to forgive
\nBeing right being sure
\nDiscounting vindictiveness
\nFor evermore
\nAll of that spitefulness
\nJust washed Way
\nBy the angelic charming
\nThat just came that day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Found in a slaughterhouse Beyond belief Terrible bondage An unmentionable grief There in a puddle A body so small Little pink tips Helpless just all Sadness and infamy Downtrodden here Cut from the mothers womb Imagine the fear The wickedness … Continue reading