Cruelty to animals must stop

Skinned

I'm waiting for it. My dreadful fate.
I've seen it done on my kin.
Each minute is agony as I have to await
till the human shall take my skin.
My fur once waved in a gentle breeze,
now it's dull, unkept and untidy.
I was caught, caged and shipped overseas,
and now time I am made to bide.
I watched through the bars, the mesh of cold.
I saw their fur being ripped from them.
My ears bled to their screams as life grew old.
Now our coats become a fashion emblem.
Wait! I will not undergo such torture, such injustice!
We will not be made into money for greed.
Our fur is what we need so that we can forth live!
Hearken and listen to my piteous plea!
Is it not thievery? Stealing somebodies coat?
Well then. It is worse now as I speak.
Ripping it off whilst air is still in our throats,
the agony is not hard to seek.
It streaks through as sharp as lightning's thorns!
And our beautiful fur is taken away...
We perish with a look of severe and utmost forlorn,
As our rightful fur now on humans does sway.