My heart races faster than I can run, I’m left alone afraid and confined to a cage.
Is this the next big plague.
Last time I checked, I was not in your food chain nor was i a trophy for you to claim.
You claim my horns as your trophy, you couldn’t be good enough to win a real one.
Sat on a couch made from my fur, adorned with my fellow mates corpses, you look into a mirror which reflects no conscience.
You stole a prides king, stripped a mother’s cloak off, clipped an Angel’s wings and sawed off a families horns.
All for your sinning eyes.
Call them ornamental, the latest craze at fashion week, you pay an arm and a leg to wear the dead.
The rain will wash away my blood from your hands but never this sin.
Don’t try to win ownership of me, that fine print on paper; paper you made from my home, won’t be fine enough as the dust your fire will turn into.
I ended up at carnival with you trying to tame me, look at you being an untamed animal.
You caged me up and fed me dust, just to entertain spoilt kids, what about my kids you tore me away from.
My fellow ring mates dress up like clowns, it’s funny how you don’t need to dress to be one.
Whilst you chain me down for my next act, you better put your act together.
Our sounds vary from high to low, such fine tuning. Your screeching and hysterical screaming in my ears sounds like music played at a scavengers dinner party.
I’m no sacrificial bargain, sacrifice the ego that you fed yourself to grow.
What’s bravery to you is just cowardness on my turf, just wait and watch when mother nature makes the tables turn.
Hear my roar, feel my growls spiking up your spine, watch my wings soar across your fire, my stomps, my grips…what’s just an animal to you, is a warrior for this earth, our queen!
You may kill and burn my home but you won’t burn my fire..my fire compared to your ash.
Watch how the game can turn in a flash.
I know what desolation feels like and I don’t wish you the same plight.
As evil as you’ve been to me, what’s just an animal to you is more forgiving as you could ever be.
But hear me now when I say…
As you keep walking, walking on this burning ground, the hunter will become the hunted…
Dedicated to the hunted, abused, captive animals. If they could express themselves, this would be how.
Click the link below to find an organization suited for/close to you that fights against these injustices: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_animal_rights_groups
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