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You saw it hanging on the fur rack
but do you know what's on your back
With vain reasons you justified
for this vanity animals died
On a fur farm they live on wire
to supply fur for your attire
Inhumane, callous and unfair
killed what they're born to wear
Perhaps they stepped in a trap
bones broken in the awful snap
Painfully struggling to get free
the trap cuts deeper mercilessly
If only you would look and see
your coat came with a history
Of selfish actions and ugly hearts
the wearing of body parts
Skinned by the billions each year
but an end is drawing near
There is no excuse for wearing fur
and a boycott is the only cure
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