A robin redbreast in a cage
puts all heaven in a rage....
A dog starved at his master's gate
predicts the ruin of the state.
Askylark wounded in the wing,
a cherubim does cease to sing.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat
feed them, and thou shalt grow fat.
your poem reminded me the above
lines from Blake...very strange to talk
about animals rights in an age when
basic rights are denied to Man even...
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A robin redbreast in a cage puts all heaven in a rage.... A dog starved at his master's gate predicts the ruin of the state. Askylark wounded in the wing, a cherubim does cease to sing. The beggar's dog and widow's cat feed them, and thou shalt grow fat. your poem reminded me the above lines from Blake...very strange to talk about animals rights in an age when basic rights are denied to Man even...