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WHY SO CALLOUS?
How can you be so callous, mate?
Do you not feel their pain?
They lie there in their tree-lined hell,
their entrails all aflame.
Yesterday with joy they ran,
happy, wild and free.
Today they ate the poison and
they lie in agony.
Your hand of law is heavy on
all those who cruelly treat
cats and dogs and horses which
the public view as sweet.
But do you think the torment of
a creature in the wild
less ugly, less a brutal act,
or less to be reviled?
How can you be so callous, mate?
It's more than I could know!
Control them, yes! But why be cruel?
There are other ways to go.
Quick and clean, a bullet would
be preferable to use,
or do you like to torture, maim
cause suffering and abuse?
How can you be so callous, mate,
and experience no shame?
Do cats and horses suffer more
just because they're tame?
Surely it's abuse of power
to cause beasts so to die!
How can you be so callous and
still hold your head up high.
This poem is thought provoking. It makes me wonder why people are pretending they don't care and aren't attached when they are. To be mad or angry about someone or thing someone has to have emotions coating the anger or why would they be worked up. Anyway, this is a great write and thanks for sharing.