LOSS OF THE INNOCENTS
"Livestock," Wildlife, Circus Animals, Animals in Laboratories, Companion Animals
Have you ever experienced those nights when you cannot sleep, when restlessness rules the am hours? Sleep finally arrives, but is filled with vivid images and dreams. Some say this is a way to disarm or understand issues of the day; and we wake feeling as if the "problem" has been solved. Then, there are the times when solace is fleeting because, there is no immediate solution.
Beware, this is a bit graphic. It is a reflection of empathy for others...but it isn't pretty.
LOSS OF THE INNOCENTS
Sometimes I feel with a depth almost unbearable
Sensing the world around me, so terrible
The suffering of living , breathing beings
Bewilderment, dismay, confusion, springs
From terrified eyes.
Beautiful one, innocence personified
Standing alone, frightened and wild eyed
Awaiting the strike, the blow that ends
Oh how I wish I could make amends
In darkness of night, while quite prevails
I see you, unaware of a fate, without fail
As your graceful beauty rocks with the sound
Your lifeless body falls to the ground
From an unexpected assault
Majestic, regal, wild and free
Run! Run now, from the likes of me
I bring no joy, and death does loom near
For your own sake, king of beasts
Run far, far from here.
In dreams my heart races
As I try to heal the wounds
Thinking I can no longer take this
Knowledge of what we have done
Caged and captive, strange world turned mean
Long ago, you played in a field of dreams
Natural, native, home where you belonged
Now, held prisoner, in a world turned wrong.
Sweet eyes disillusioned, beg for help
A pitiful ‘meow,’ a terrified ‘yelp’
They walk by, making jokes and hurtful jabs
As they use your body,
In the killing labs
Looking for answers not to be found here
Creating legal loopholes
Placing themselves in the ‘clear’
With your blood, the pain they have wrought
Thrown away, discarded, without a second thought.
Tears flow knowing the fear you feel
I awake with a start, thinking “is this real?”
"No, it’s a dream, it’s only a dream”
Then reality strikes! This IS as it seems
We cage, we torment, we torture and maim
Then punish you again, as we blame
When you try to survive
and respond with the same
Foul treatment of innocents.
Selfish beings are we
I pray for atonement
I long to set you free
Life takes on a new meaning
Purpose is unquestioned
Confirmed reason for being,
Actions ruled by the tortuous reality
I know, now I know
And I must act
To save them
To save us
To save me
From unrelenting sorrow
Beauty beyond our most cherished dreams
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