The Real Truth

Animals homeless,
Bleeding and unloved.
Only showing bones and skin.
No families, food or shelter,
They live their lives alone.

The puppies in the store,
Always washed and groomed.
Never had empty stomach,
Always loved with visits,
From every child in town.

Why do you cry when a homeless dog dies?
Yet you buy the kittens at the store?
Change your mind, as well as your heart.
Don’t buy the wealthy, save the unloved.


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