Behind bars they yell,
Screeching for the pain to stop.
Tortured from birth and now to be suffering,
Babies locked in cages-
Parents abducted to be injected then slaughtered.
Born to please a crowd,
May we speak aloud, as a nation-
Put a stop to this type of "entertainment"...
Can we make an arrangement-
To not put them in containment.
They live, they survive,
But they only thrive in the wild.
Spending time with their child,
Not injected, tortured then slaughtered.
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Chaos of The Mind
PoetryThis is a collection of my thoughts or so called poems, which have limited to no correlation to each other. Mostly deep or dark themed "poems". Have fun reading?
