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.
As I sit, searching my very soul for a hint of life,
I wonder the true meaning of it all...
Are we a species that dwells on bringing pain to others,
when we, ourselves, do not wish to feel it?
Or are we mystic lovers of our earth,
with the ability to show our compassion locked deep within?
If so, what will it take to find this precious key
and open the rusty doors to paradise?
Though we are a breed apart,
we share the same polluted air as our fellow creatures.
We see the same night, sun, moon, and stars
shining innocently in the sky.
We have the given intelligence to love, create, hope, wish, and destroy,
but we now must capture a new intelligence...
The power to sense the pain of others.
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