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I am a trained, dancing bear. The ringmaster treats me well. Watch me ride a scooter, and balance on a ball. I am the star attraction, performing center stage— but once the spotlight dies, I’m returned to my cage. Box-step, waltzing— across the ring. The crowd just loves the “dancing bear” thing. Though I am very tame, don’t poke me with a stick. Your arm will then be mine, and you’ll likely get bit. My handler shocks me, teaching novel tricks. I learned to hula-hoop, but now I’m over it. Box-step, waltzing— gliding through the air. The crowd applauds the celebrity bear. The carney men taunt me after a night on the town. They wouldn’t be so bold if I weren’t chained down. I dream of wild mountains, wandering forest floors; I’d fish mighty rivers where I am caged no more. Box-step, waltzing— doing my thing. The crowd just loves the “dancing bear” thing. Then the circus master offers a golden chance; he turns his back on me— I grab him for a dance. I’m a tent-clearing, growling, grizzly bear. Making headlines: You Should’ve Been There!              —•0•—
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Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
Dancing Bear
Society just takes a wall Puts it in front of the oppressed Puts up an ad to make us drool the other sides a moral test When we peak we are disgusted But we make no change Yet, the myths been busted There's no humane free range Slits and cracks shine light through sheds Onto cages of thick blood floor Upon looking there's chicken heads But someone's locked the door Living in silence of the death Is something done so easily A chicken takes it's last breath Look away cos you get queasy There's no right way to say this Cos people just don't listen Start to take the ******* **** When I start talking bout their chicken I want to tell them facts and numbers But they just shut off my voice Sitting in their fixed mind bunkers Treating the truth as white noise I wish it would all just disappear The senseless murders of these beings Especially when it' so plain to hear the scream these aisles are bringing People eat it no matter the cost If it's life or 50p more They don't think bout what was lost They see meat and eat it as if by law
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
There's No Humane Free Range
I am sorry for what we have done to you I mourn the loss of your short lives, nullified for our barbaric arrogance and gluttony Your children taken to meet the same fate as you Your bodies eviscerated, never knowing the hand of compassion or a ray of sunshine There are no merciful abattoirs No red barn with it's open doors, and no motherly blue sky There is only brutal indifference Mechanized slaughter The lies we tell our children and ourselves will breed this hell on earth into our legacy And we who see ourselves distinct from beasts prove with our actions otherwise This is not food This is war on the sanctity of being
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
May all beings be free
I could hear the echo of a ****** closing in, but from which direction I could not for the life of me tell. The caws and cries soothed my soul And my eyes were closed, So that I could immerse myself in a Yorkshire breeze That gently brushed itself past the timeless trees. With my wake came the crows -Of which restored my sanity- And each wingbeat brought yet another colour to the dusky sky, As if time were something that could be carried. A magpie, A reminder of home, Perched itself upon a fallen post and rattled furiously at how temporarily tranquil I had become. Then a charming mist made its way across the valley But this only enhanced the clarity of my current surroundings. The clouds in front of me began to wisp and merge like cigarette smoke against an ever-dimming lightbulb- That reminds me, I still need to get that fixed. I noticed that my neighbours were cows, Which I saw as a treat and a rarity, Not in any way as a delicacy to be consumed and exploited for the good of humankind- I digress. Not the cows that I see everyday at, say, sixth form or in Human form. No, the cows that I usually see in packs On supermarket shelves; On butchers' racks Before the people that behold them with hungry, selfish eyes. As I gazed in this melancholy daze I knew that I would begin to miss the sight of those unsuspecting beasts from the minute I got back to where I was from- To where I was born to live, Unlike those in the fields that are Born to die. So then I swore to myself that I would never again Look outside.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
On the Platform
I could hear the echo of a ****** closing in, but from which direction I could not for the life of me tell. The caws and cries soothed my soul And my eyes were closed, So that I could immerse myself in a Yorkshire breeze That gently brushed itself past the timeless trees. With my wake came the crows -Of which restored my sanity- And each wingbeat brought yet another colour to the dusky sky, As if time were something that could be carried. A magpie, A reminder of home, Perched itself upon a fallen post and rattled furiously at how temporarily tranquil I had become. Then a charming mist made its way across the valley But this only enhanced the clarity of my current surroundings. The clouds in front of me began to wisp and merge like cigarette smoke against an ever-dimming lightbulb- That reminds me, I still need to get that fixed. I noticed that my neighbours were cows, Which I saw as a treat and a rarity, Not in any way as a delicacy to be consumed and exploited for the good of humankind- I digress. Not the cows that I see everyday at, say, sixth form or in Human form. No, the cows that I usually see in packs On supermarket shelves; On butchers' racks Before the people that behold them with hungry, selfish eyes. As I gazed in this melancholy daze I knew that I would begin to miss the sight of those unsuspecting beasts from the minute I got back to where I was from- To where I was born to live, Unlike those in the fields that are Born to die. So then I swore to myself that I would never again Look outside.
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Can't you see that the fish was gasping for air? For the sake of your lust, wanting to have a triumphant end to such a meaningless contest you lure it from its world. How could you inflicted that on such innocent, lovely soul? How could you treated its life as if it is unworthy at all? How could you even sleep when you have wounded another soul? Dead or alive, you have no right to irresponsibly acted in that way. Ignorance, arrogance. No regret, no guilt. Yes, because you are all murderers!
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
Gasping for Air
It baffles me how Many who preach Pro-life choose To eat a ham sandwich For lunch, Or buy a "pet" From a ******* Thus taking a Life from the shelter. Then there are those sad clowns Who think it's funny to say "Yum, bacon!" when you expose the Torture and bloodshed Of some poor animal Produced for food. And, we mustn't forget The good ol’ “humane" farmers Who raise trusting animals From birth only to Hang them up, slit their throats, and Slowly bleed them out to Turn A Profit. How can we be so disconnected? How do we not see the Magic in every fetus? The wondrous exchange of Seed to soil - just as humans - Creating a precious being Who also deserves a life Of liberty and justice? Whether two legs or four, Wings or extremities, Fur or skin, fins or scales, How can we not see their Inherent worth? Such dire disconnect! We were created the same Dear human and non-human Animal friends, out of Magic and dreams. We both hunger and thirst, Bleed and seek shelter, cry out In pain, shiver in the cold, Fear, and fight for survival. We all begin by breathing in Life, And we shall all leave this earth with One Final Breath. How is that not proof of our connectedness?
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Inherent Worth (for the animals)
It's not a Walt Disney thing They don't just pick off the sick an dying ones They are perfectly capable of taking down a full, healthy adult. Wolves were designed by thousands of years of evolution They were bred and raised to **** Not for sport, but for survival. They don't **** needlessly It may be intimidating Seeing the blood on their face Their glowing eyes staring back But if you're going to tell me that Wolves are man-eaters Blood-thirsty killers Why don't you take a look around Most animals go corrupt because of humans. We take their land Take their young **** off their pack-mates We even trap them For pets, or zoos Whatever reason we want. I don't know about you But if someone took my home My kids Killed my family and friends, And then cornered me I'd fight back with every ounce of strength I had. I don't know what they're gonna do to me But I'd assume they'd do what they did to the others And I'd fight for my life They're killers, But wolves have to make a living too
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Wolf-Kill