Animals.
Those eyes.
Big bold, reaching into our tears.
Sleeping on cement floors,
Pee everywhere.
Hear their mewls, their pleas,
For a home for some peace.
Scratches of fevers and barks of fear,
These are no humans but friends, they are dear.
Dear. Darling dear. sweet.
But a pet, no a love, no family is near.
There are prisoners better off,
They are prisoners of their own.
Fur
matted…
Hearts
beaten…
Let me save you,
Coddled in my arms to free--
Free a dominion of abuse
Of use
Of fear.
Let me save you,
Truly shelter you from the-
Shelters,
Truly shelter you from-
Us.
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