The trap is strong and hard and cold.
Your leg is twisted in its hold.
The jaws pierce deep through flesh and bone.
There is no help; you're all alone.
The night is long and filled with pain.
Sometimes you lie in pouring rain.
While lightning flashes in the sky
A little creature waits to die.
Your leg is festered and so sore.
You have no strength to chew it more.
You struggle on; you cannot see
That only death will set you free.
The sun has risen in the sky.
The heat beats down on where you lie.
It's hard to know which is the worst;
The grinding pain; the awful thirst.
Another night; another day,
And still in agony you lay.
You did no wrong; you know not sin.
Against man's greed you cannot win.
No human being has the right
To put you in this hopeless plight.
Your suffering comes from only man.
God never meant it in his plan.
Oh little creature, if I could,
I'd come and help you in that wood.
I'd find a way to ease your pain.
I'd shelter you from sun and rain.
But I am old and far away,
And I can only stand and pray.
My only weapon is this word.
I WILL SPEAK OUT, I WILL BE HEARD!!!!
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