Compassionate Fixation Of Nonhuman Anguish Poem by Curtis Mosby

I know thier not equal to us.
But shouldn't they have the rights to live.
Forget about what you heard eveything has pain.
Constantly we sacrifice live's of nature for our own pleasure's.
I measure some men's heart and it is as short as a feather.
Why can't we just live together, this world is built
on freedom.
I even see the tear's of the ant's and the heart of the sheep.
I express all my thoughts that thier live's should be as precious
as a child.
Look into thier harmless eye's innocent of the pain
they cry.
No one care we even kill our own kind and that tell me.
Thier no hope for the animal kingdom and they don't even know.