Seven Animal Voices
By Ashley Faison
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.

Seven Animal Voices
By Ashley Faison

Lab animal: 
I am a puppy that's being hurt you see 
I am just a sweet little beagle pup who doesn't understand why 
The people in the lab coats hurt me or why they make me cry 
I never asked to be here; I wish I could go home I pray that when 
They cause me pain that they would just leave me alone 
I sit in my cage quietly, careful not bother anybody but still they hurt. 
I think they find it fun. I try not to bite them 
But I find it hard when they stick tubes down my throat 
And force chemicals in my mouth that make my stomach hurt. 
I really want my mommy to lick my tears away,
So I could finally be free of pain and my body 
They will no longer harm. 
But I know I will be tortured daily, and will always be alone,
So when you buy your wait loss products 
remember its my suffering you condone. 
Even though almost all test results are unclear so donít blame me if you die because it works for me and not for you

Circus animal: 
I am a tiger weak and cold come watch me jump through the fire 
Not cause I want to but because my master tells me to.
I do this stuff because I am afraid of the punishment I might behold,
If I donít do as Iím told 
So when you come to the circus youíll see me doing things as strange as can be 
Though some of you know Iím dying in vain you laugh while I call out in pain. The sign outside should really say come and watch a tiger die today

Fur Animal: 
I am a grey wolf whoís coat you desire 
So for that my life must expire but you canít wait till 
I die of old age instead you torture me until I'm dead 
In this cage I am barely fed. And I know that soon I will be dead.
I pace because of the lack of space,
And shiver from the cold that I'm exposed to.
My family has all been killed.
Guess what?  Itís my turn now to die. 
They beat me up and heat me to skin me alive is what they do,
But its okay as long as you get your fur coat

Veal Animal: 
How would you like it, 
if right from birth, 
all you experienced was slaughter and pain. 
Torn away at just to days old
with four months to live.
Why must they go though so much pain,
barely fed, suffering day by day 
in a cage to small for there body,
so their muscles donít develop,
and they'll be nice and tender. 
And the slaughter is so gruesome 
in which I canít explain,
but still it doesnít matter enjoy your veal dinner, ok

Hunted Animals: 
You hunt us and you hurt are kind so you can have your trophy 
and though it hurts it donít matter for it is a so called sport, 
in which my blood must shed and so my species must decline 
so you can have your heads and so I wonder 
why itís ok for me to be killed day after day 
but when I do it, I must be slain.

Abused Dog: 
Friendships all I ask of you 
but beat me up is what you do 
see me whimper in my cage 
make me fight and earn your wage 
cry I might but you donít care 
as long as itís not you down there. 
I fight in the pit 
it hurts me so 
but if your bit itís ok. 
I try to run you grab my leg 
and you earn your profit 
and gain from my pain 
and though Iím not fed 
and I hurt so much 
I think deep inside 
if someone would, I could learn to trust.

All Animals: 
Though we may not be as smart as you 
to hurt us is not what you should do 
this planet belongs to us all the same 
and hurt and pain on my species for yours to gain 
is not right to be this way. 
Animals are not yours to use 
just because we trust easier than you 
and weíll love you no matter what. 
And so I say itís the animals respect 
in which man should have to earn

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