by Marie Van Katwyk -
Little baby white as snow,
Cuddled by your protecting mother,
Not knowing the fate befalling you,
There are cruel humans who want your fur,
To make fur coats for vain humans-beings,
People who do not care,
That your short life will end
In suffering and torture.
Men will come and club you to death,
And take your fur, then leave your
skinned bleeding body for your mother
To mourn over.
But, little one there are some
Humans who care for you,
And other babies like you,
They fight to stop the cruelty,
One day there will be an end,
To the suffering of all creatures,
Animals and Humans will live
In Harmony with nature.
It will happen!
Go on to Quote To Remember
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