Poetry By John CannonWhen
Poetry By John Cannon From All-Creatures Animal Rights and Inspirational Poetry Archive

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By John Cannon

Nearly eighty,
the rage is gone.

I have no energy
for hate.

But the pain
is deeper than ever.

I imagine I
am the animals.

For a moment in time,
I become the target
of the guns.

For a moment in time,
I am a kindred soul

fully experiencing
their pain.

I feel the bullets
rip my skin,

and pierce
my fragile heart.

I double over
in agony,

and feel the blood
leak out.

As I pull back
into myself,

leaving my kin
out there to die,

I hear the words
so clear,

When will we
ever learn?

when will we
ever learn?*

*from Where Have All The Flowers Gone by Pete Seeger

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