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Don't
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2008 Poetry 
Don't
Don't hit me with that bat,
I've seen what it will do,
making me bleed
and stain my coat
just so someone
can wear some style.
They don't know
the way you kill,
swinging that stick
of mass destruction.
Too bad they cannot
see the horror
in our eyes
as we bleed out
in the snow.
I totally agree with you on this piece. Beautiful pic and so many people not aware what they do to these beautiful animals and many others just for style sake but style sake should be called what it is vanity...
You've plucked out a tear or two out of me.