Poems about Animals
And so they scream
Sometimes in silence
But they can be heard
They are defenseless against our power
I am cautious.
No, not cautious,
Afraid.
I, who can look over a cliff
and not be scared,
Fears fill me through and through
As I lay in bed confused.
The numbness I had is leaving me,
What makes me tick?
What makes me tick?
As angry as a dead animal on a stick,
The degradation of women