Jenny MoxhamAutumn Grey
By Jenny Moxham
An Animal Rights Poem from

All of God's creatures have rights, a fact that most people don't seem to recognize. This includes both human and non-human animals, but not all of them can speak for themselves.

Autumn Grey
By Jenny Moxham

It's so heavenly in Autumn when the world is all aglow,
With russet gold and amber leaves that fall like gentle snow.
And when the ground is carpeted in brilliant Autumn gold,
It's like a new and wondrous world too glorious to behold.
But there's a place in Autumn where no colour's ever seen,
Where red and gold and russet leaves have never, ever been.
A place that man invented without yellow, gold or red,
Where those who dwell within it's walls soon wish that they were dead.
The factory farm in Autumn is a bleak and dismal grey;
Grey concrete, steel and cobwebs, each dark and gloomy day.
And every pig imprisoned here shows fear in it's face
For the workers beat them savagely within this brutal place.
And tethered pigs have metal chains embedded in their necks,
Whilst others, locked in narrow stalls, can't even take two steps.
And sows can barely stand because of lesions on their feet,
And stressed and panic-stricken pigs are too afraid to eat.
Inside these walls they'll never see a gaily coloured leaf;
Instead of joy they'll only feel an all-pervading grief;
They'll never know the glory of a wondrous Autumn day,
Condemned, instead, to languish in a tragic world of grey.

1 April 2004

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