Of little paws,
innocent, precious ones
their spirit snatched. Gone.
Sold to the Chinese factories
The irony of the elephant.
They hunger for hides
for skins and bones, for coats.
Ignoring the blood
they burn plastic by the ocean -
will justice be so long to come?
A life in a cage
not a choice, taken by force
helpless and broken
how does it feel to melt
when polar ice caps are home?
In the beginning,
authority was given,
with responsibility
for ours is a gift, but why
do we throw Consciousness away?
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Of little paws,
innocent, precious ones
their spirit snatched. Gone.
Sold to the Chinese factories
The irony of the elephant.
They hunger for hides
for skins and bones, for coats.
Ignoring the blood
they burn plastic by the ocean -
will justice be so long to come?
A life in a cage
not a choice, taken by force
helpless and broken
how does it feel to melt
when polar ice caps are home?
In the beginning,
authority was given,
with responsibility
for ours is a gift, but why
do we throw Consciousness away?
written by tsac & sparrow mother. proud of our poem. :) Wrote a few months ago. ive been away for a while.
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