The Voiceless

Since when did a lack of opposable thumbs become a death sentence?

Abused dogs, grilled cows, and fur-coated chinchillas

All want the same the thing

We take that dream of living away from them

From the moment they are born, their death is planned

We share this planet yet exert dominance

They are not sport, treats, or clothes

56 billion farm animals a year

Die without a voice

 

They deserve change

For someone to say what they are feeling

We discriminate against those

Not deemed as “man’s best friend”

How can we advocate for world peace

If we torture and kill our earthly neighbors

We must change our perception of animals and realize

Their existence is not for our pleasure

This poem is about: 
Our world

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