Animal Rights and Other Poetry By Shenita Etwaroo from

Cries Behind the Walls

We grow up loving every creature paws, in awe at every feature, we learn to love, as we’re loved back, a quality no person lacks.
But somehow through the time we find, not everyone’s hearts intertwine. Some evil dwells among our earth, So unaware of a true worth.
Many may find it rather fine, to consume animals like swine, but how they’re treated is a sign, that many people cross the line.
We don’t see first hand what’s at stake, when all we have to do is bake. Our plates don’t seem to tell it all, all of the cries behind the walls.
From slaughterhouses nationwide, to right at home, there is no pride, abusing helpless animals, adds fire to the mildest lull.
Luckily some have taken stand, regardless of the high demand, standing up proud against abuse, distributors have been cut loose.
If everyone is more aware, perhaps we can spread out more care, and break the crash off every wave, more animals can still be saved.

© Shenita Etwaroo

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