how many animals are there now?
lonely and sad
trapped and helpless
afraid and unloved
not even able to move
left alone in the dark
nobody to be lonely with
nobody to touch
nobody to cry to
nowhere to go
nothing to be done
but everything that should not happen
what if
just WHAT IF
some of these animals
had the capacity
to wonder why?
and does it matter
if they can’t?
does it give us a right
to drug them?
for our circus
of disgrace
sometimes it’s hard
to live with what we know
knowing there’s someone
who doesn’t get to know
what it feels like to live
to give
to be given to
remember the tortured animals
in your moments of joy
remember the voiceless
when you sing
remember the innocent creatures
who have never harmed anyone
yet who are harmed
for no REASON at all
I now write
to you my friend
who is afraid of what the next moment
may bring
my dear creature
my heart beats for you
I have no answers
and I will never know
how you feel
except when you are murdered
apart of me will also die
we walk amongst
murderers
we are a species of murderers
murder = to kill unnecessarily
but so we can now
stop the murdering
try to find a place
in those cold, cold hearts
where there is room
for a small fire
to begin
warming
move on
to hoping
that one day
somehow
we might be able
to forgive ourselves