Magic of animal lies in their own laughter
jingle of collared profile in lofty innocence
lonely tearful farmed, hoping we embrace
there are those we must eat, that is that.
Sun-checkered days of caring, futile youth
wrinkles turn compassion into rotten apples
quickly learn to pain not for weak one's woes
humans don't even care for each other
Doped and carnivorous, we sniff for flesh
pit of stomach grieves in agony for them
how human oppressors love to torment
God's creation molded in true cruel love.
2000 By Diana Morton.
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