by Cheryl Greear
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 can not 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 do
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.
Go on to Oceanic Night
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