How sick
\nI am, the struggle
\nwriting about fur
\nthe skin and hair of beings
\nif you love her
\nnever ever buy her fur<\/p>\n
just tell her
\nfur means death and pain
\nso much more available
\nwhat is there to gain?<\/p>\n
from wearing fur and guaranteeing
\nsouls will now be killed
\nthe wrath of Chinese workers
\nwith so much blood now spilled<\/p>\n
the blood of the innocent
\nmy god watch it spurt
\ntheir little bodies discarded
\nthere on the dirt<\/p>\n
in a great heap of gore
\nfor a fur coat or fur collar
\nwe’re knocking on death’s door<\/p>\n
there has to be some realisation
\nbefore it is to late
\ntrapping luring and procuring
\nthem into a fate
\nworse than death by shooting
\nlaborious and slow
\nits death, by a 1000 cuts
\nits terrible you know<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How sick I am, the struggle writing about fur the skin and hair of beings if you love her never ever buy her fur just tell her fur means death and pain so much more available what is there to … Continue reading