For I am you -- whether winged or furry or water bound
-- I live and die, just as do you. I see you because you can look at me
as well and see that my blood runs through my body; a body given by the
creator, just as yours was given to you.
You live as you choose and make your rules to suit your
existence -- yet your rules do not protect me, for I cannot speak to
protect my kind and our rights. Therefore, I do not live; I merely
exist, because unlike you, I have no choice.
I hear you because you can hear me; yet you choose not
to hear my need for compassion to live as my creator intended; just as
Your home is my home; yet you take mine away because you
see my existence as trivial; however, in as much, you destroy your home
as well for pleasures sake.
My legs were made to roam, my wings to soar, my feet
however diverse were made to walk this earth. Our laws were given by
nature which we respect to the fullest for herein lies our survival. You
do not respect the laws of nature -- you punish her with your own laws
which are born from greed and selfishness against your own environment
and your own kind.
Stop...for a moment and see our existence -- for in
doing so you would learn the true meaning of being alive -- untainted
and innocent, we survive on instincts alone that you have thrown away.
Stop...and listen to the voiceless....Stop and look at me. Do you not
yet recognize me.......for I am you. You are my voice.
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