Crying Out For Help
They sit in cages, basements, or cars
Waiting for the day they'll be free from the pain but never the scars.
They cry and call out for help
As they are struck and let out a yelp.
It's sad to see pets shed tears
As the one who has struck them has had a few beers.
The pain they suffer is non-bearing
As they see how people can be so uncaring.
The marks, tears, and pain will never go away
But they still hope for that one special day.
When someone will save them from their prison
So their fur will no longer bear the crimson.
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