The Avaricious Humans


Kept in confined cages,

waiting out their days.

A peeled radish in the nude,

executed for a posh pelt;

purely for the avarice of humans.


A dorsal fin removed to prepare a luxury soup,

debilitates swimming and brings death.

Reaped from roaring rivers,

left to suffocate in the heavens;

purely for the avarice of humans. 


Stolen milk from her progeny

separates them for an eternity,

the mother bleats her grief;

purely for the avarice of humans.  


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