Vincent Barrowcliffe

An Animal's Story - Poem by Vincent Barrowcliffe

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 26, 2013

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