By Kristen Sharer
How many lives were taken
by that fur coat that you wear?
Do you even think about it?
Or do you just not care?
Did it take them long to die?
Were they desperate to be free?
Did they gnaw on their own limbs?
Did they scream a frightened plea?
Were they creatures born to die?
All raised by human hand
that died while never living
the life that God had planned.
Do you still see any beauty
in all the blood you've shed?
That's not fashion on your shoulders,
it's a corpse; therefore, it's dead.
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