A baby mouse of blackening white,
Imprisoned in a cage of steel.
Forlorn: he is abandoned, left in fright.
Blistering, red pain is all he can feel.
A puppy; so weak and so frail,
Crushed by iron, with lock-no key
No one ther e to hear her wail,
Bleach turns he blind-she cannot see.
Blood that once flowed thick through vein,
Falls heavy, scarlet down his big, round eyes.
Bounded by shackles and a chain,
No one believes a rabbit cries.
Animal dispirited and deceived,
Lay lifeless in the bars we weave.
For, if money is spent on cosmetic products,
Animal testing will not be obstructed.
Stop animal testing.
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Bloody paw prints
Poetrythis is a poem against animal testing for cosmetic products. hope you enjoy.