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If I had a dime for every animal I currently own in my house, I’d be $1.10 richer. That's not a lot to most of us. Do you want to know what else isn't a lot?
Snatched from my home land, Before I could understand Away from my mother and brother Never to see them again.
Once upon a time, There was a little chicken, Who thought life was sublime, Till with fear he was stricken He asked his mother, “Where are you going?” “Why are you leaving?”
Even though people think that they have the right to kill animals, Even if they think that animals provide us with what we need,
How can you slaughter them? The poor, hopeless babies The weary, weak elders All the souls in between How can you sleep at night, Knowing that you are causing this suffering?
If you're in it Then own it. Every facet Every detail Every store tag Sale or retail If you bought it Then own it. And not just the poppin' collar
I've yet to see the light of day. "Animals don't feel", they always say. I grew up, not loved and overfed. Just so my meat can be placed between two slices of bread. What did I do to deserve this,
I am black and white and small, And so is the world.
Your genetically modified existence Can barely stand upright. Your beak is absent, Your feathers are fake, Your wings don't work. You are not a life,
The bitter cold tickles my delicately frosted leaves, chilling me to the very core of my being.
Compassionate describes her heart A simple girl, just trying to do her part Such a small sacrifice she makes Simple: just no eggs in her cake I hear the excuses, they are never ending