#animalcruelty - Hello Poetry

Don’t think too much About forbidden touch Or legal abuse of such Little creatures like dairy cows and fabric workers. Don’t feel too much. The homeless man with his crutch Can disappear, hush. Turn your head dear, eat McDonald’s chicken fingers. Don’t love too much. Why on real people crush? People slip through your clutch. As flashing lights reanimate Rihanna, both your eyes close the shutters. Our world distracts us from seeing, Persuades us we need a break. Deserving one after a day going nowhere. Turn the TV on to the latest ‘Bachelor’. So loud. So loud. So loud. Too loud! I shut my eyes from the too-bright lights. I need to escape the escape, to find solace. I put pen to paper and hear its whisper. Poetry softly roars while TV screams shrill. You’ll remember the written words for time Degrees of magnitude than you’ll remember (consciously) that singing cat meme. Real love takes more effort Than a heart reaction on Facebook. Writing truth takes longer than re-posting. Yet I want to share myself, not another gif lol. Mute the volume for a second. Can deaf ears hear again the music of the pen? Think too much.

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Aug 21, 2016

Aug 21, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC

AngelicaofAquitaine

Don't Think Too Much

Don’t think too much About forbidden touch Or legal abuse of such Little creatures like dairy cows and fabric workers. Don’t feel too much. The homeless man with his crutch Can disappear, hush. Turn your head dear, eat McDonald’s chicken fingers. Don’t love too much. Why on real people crush? People slip through your clutch. As flashing lights reanimate Rihanna, both your eyes close the shutters. Our world distracts us from seeing, Persuades us we need a break. Deserving one after a day going nowhere. Turn the TV on to the latest ‘Bachelor’. So loud. So loud. So loud. Too loud! I shut my eyes from the too-bright lights. I need to escape the escape, to find solace. I put pen to paper and hear its whisper. Poetry softly roars while TV screams shrill. You’ll remember the written words for time Degrees of magnitude than you’ll remember (consciously) that singing cat meme. Real love takes more effort Than a heart reaction on Facebook. Writing truth takes longer than re-posting. Yet I want to share myself, not another gif lol. Mute the volume for a second. Can deaf ears hear again the music of the pen? Think too much.

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dear fast food companies, there is no way to forgive how you hold animals so captive dollar signs in your eyes no remorse for animal cries and the way you changed us too because when we eat your food we know what's inside we know what's on our plate used to have two eyes we turn our head they can be dead there's no fuss after all, they're not us but that's where you're not right when we were kids, we would put up a fight if we heard that farm animals were eating drugs and couldn't have fresh air we used to care but then we were dehumanized we'd prefer to hear the lies we even give a cheer when we hear two animal lives for a dollar seventy five it's sad there's no way to stop it 3,712,415 people won't quit their nice quiet jobs just because some tree hugging slobs remind you animals are dying dear fast food companies, don't take my money, i want change

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Nov 8, 2015

Nov 8, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC

jenna-cavanaugh

letter to a killer

dear fast food companies, there is no way to forgive how you hold animals so captive dollar signs in your eyes no remorse for animal cries and the way you changed us too because when we eat your food we know what's inside we know what's on our plate used to have two eyes we turn our head they can be dead there's no fuss after all, they're not us but that's where you're not right when we were kids, we would put up a fight if we heard that farm animals were eating drugs and couldn't have fresh air we used to care but then we were dehumanized we'd prefer to hear the lies we even give a cheer when we hear two animal lives for a dollar seventy five it's sad there's no way to stop it 3,712,415 people won't quit their nice quiet jobs just because some tree hugging slobs remind you animals are dying dear fast food companies, don't take my money, i want change

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A black cat crosses the road, and we call it unlucky. But have we ever thought that the poor, hungry soul was never bad luck for us? We beat an innocent creature, who only wanted to live. We broke her tiny legs so she’d never dare cross our path again. And in the end, she still crawled on that injured leg , crying without tears, begging in silence. Yet we, the monsters, still tried to chase her away. In truth, it wasn’t the black cat who carried the curse. It was us , the demons, the monsters, with evil soul, with nasty thoughts, with cruel superstitious mindset. We were a bad omen in her small, fragile life.

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Dec 2, 2025

Dec 2, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC

Shambhavi

WE ARE THE BAD OMEN

A black cat crosses the road, and we call it unlucky. But have we ever thought that the poor, hungry soul was never bad luck for us? We beat an innocent creature, who only wanted to live. We broke her tiny legs so she’d never dare cross our path again. And in the end, she still crawled on that injured leg , crying without tears, begging in silence. Yet we, the monsters, still tried to chase her away. In truth, it wasn’t the black cat who carried the curse. It was us , the demons, the monsters, with evil soul, with nasty thoughts, with cruel superstitious mindset. We were a bad omen in her small, fragile life.

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