The Murder of Richard Brown (A true story)
By Kenneth Cassar
An Animal Rights Poem from All-Creatures.org

March the third, nineteen eighty-five
That's the last he was seen alive
Three year old Richard Brown was kidnapped from home
No one there could stop them, he was all alone

He could hardly move as they locked him in a cage
Along with many others, all of the same age
All he now could do was to cry upon his fate
No one now could save him, now it was too late

April sixth, nineteen eighty-seven
They took him to another room, the time was sharp eleven
He gave a loud scream, head was cut off with a knife
In agony he ended his short unhappy life

As if this was not enough of a story of gore
The killers' sadism asked for much more
They skinned him down upon the bloody floor
And to bits and pieces him they tore

The killers though discovered, were never put in prison
No trial and no verdict, no guilty decision
This is a true story though I used a false name
The victim was rabbit not boy but the pain remains the same