by Carol Ann J. - St. Petersburg, Florida
I read your story again last night
And I grieved.
I cried for the torture and the pain you felt
I cried for the fear in your heart
And the confusion in your mind
And for the relief that death must have brought to your body.
I read your story again last night
And I got angry
I was angry at the people who did this to you
I was angry at the people who supported them
And at the people who turned the other way
And at the darkness in their hearts and souls.
I read your story again last night
And I grew fearful
I was afraid of what mankind was becoming
I was afraid of what tomorrow would bring
And who was going to be hurt next
And for the world that seems to know only violence
You had a name. It was Andy.
You had a life
It was taken away.
Brutally, senselessly, shamelessly.
You breathed, you bled, you feared, you died.
Feelings and experiences exactly as those of humans
Inflicted by humans, watched by humans, heard by humans
I read your story again last night
And I grew hopeful
I hope the eyes and the ears of the world are now open
I hope that hearts will become full of compassion
I hope that your suffering was not in vain
I hope that the death of a boar named Andy will change the world
Or at least the way it thinks
Watch on, from your safe place.
Safe from fear, safe from harm
And know you mattered..........
[Editor's Note: Andy was the boar that was so cruelly castrated and
then killed for a "shock jock" radio show's brand of "entertainment."]
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