An Animal's Story
I was born, without speech,
To benevolent Mother Earth,
Feeble, flaccid, ignorant of this cruel world,
That love of my Mother had hid in her kind mirth;
I was cared for, by my fellow beings(humans) ,
The truth, was but hid in veil,
But little was known to me,
That, so bitterly, would I ail.
It is only now, that I realize,
After, in this abattoir, I stood, with quivering legs,
That, tears are of no worth,
When a speechless animal, for his life, begs.
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