The sounds of their tails,
Pounding on the cage they are prisoned in,
The yelp,
Meow,
The squack,
Or squeaks,
That echo all around the bright white rooms,
And the same color coats of the docters that pry,
Prepare to inject the subjects inside,
But the prisoners have not done no wrong or no right,
They just were alive,
And were shipped to the blinding white rooms,
Where the docters pry and drug their subjects until they have reached their goal,
And when it is over do they stop,
Not in the slightest,
It begins agian in the morning of the pale sunlight,
And it doesn't end,
After the light of the night,
And they don't know why,
What did they do to diserve this sad fate,
Why are they shot up with harm full drugs that kill?
I mean when you look at it they are just like me and you,
Because after all we are animals too.
AN: This is to help @Paws4me !!! Please! I advise you all to write a poem or story about this. I mean who knows...we might change the world! Make sure to use the #paws4me !!!
