For The Animals

Dear Reader,

This poem is about a cause that is very close to my heart.

Compassion starts with ourselves and then extends to others around us and then to ALL living things.  We share this world with other beings who have their own purpose and reason for being here. They are definitely not on this earth for us to exploit, use and abuse for our own greed and amusement.

It is said that there was a time once, long ago when humans were able to communicate with animals, without any words.  How far we have fallen from the magnificent, intelligent beings that we used to be.

This is worse than any horror movie because it is not a movie, it is happening every second of every day.  I can understand people not wanting to know the truth because it seems truly terrifying and traumatizing and we already live in a world where we are trying our best just to cope and survive with our own problems.  I get it, but, it is better to know the truth and be empowered to make an informed decision than to live in darkness.  Also, we will feel much lighter and happier knowing that we are not contributing to this horror.  Ignorance may be bliss but its fake.

What we fail to recognize is that we are all connected, there is no ‘us’ and ‘them’ , there is only Oneness.  When we harm these innocent beings who are as angelic as children, whether directly or indirectly (by paying someone else to do it), we are harming our environment and ourselves.

When we consume the flesh of these tortured beings, their terror and pain is already imprinted and trapped in their bodies, and we in turn absorb this stress and pain.

I cannot tell you what to do, but I can show you a glimpse of the truth.  It is up to each of us to decide how we want to live.  I cannot judge anybody because I am not perfect.  My deepest prayer is that we awaken to the truth and save the only world we have and ourselves.

As I am writing this, I can ‘hear’ their screams and feel their terror with my soul.  It is a dark place where they are forsaken by those who have the power to save them. There is no super hero coming, we are the heroes.  I will never forget you little angels…

This does not mean that I do not feel the suffering of my human brothers and sisters.  You may read the poem and ask, but what about the humans who are starving everyday?  I could tell you that people are starving because we are feeding majority of food to the billions of animals that we ‘farming’ to feed our greed.  If we cannot show compassion for one another first, then we will never be able to show compassion for other beings who may not look like us or speak like us but have the same capacity to feel joy, love, pain and suffering just as we do.

 

For the Animals

 

I see you, I feel you, I’m sorry, I’m trying,

Are these words enough or am I Iying?

As I breathe in this free air,

You are thrown on the kill floor in pain and utter despair,

I can feel your terror and confusion

What did you ever do to bear this torture and hate?

So that you could end up on someone’s plate

For you, this short life has been an abomination,

One from which there is no escape

There is no one to hear your cries,

Because we are all too busy believing the lies

If only the slaughter houses really had glass walls,

Not one beautiful soul would ignore your calls

We consume your tortured flesh,

And we absorb your pain and stress

We take your life that is not rightfully ours to take,

And we hurt you until you break

But before we take your life, we subject you horror and degradation,

And there is a horror for every occasion…

 

From The Animals

Leather, fur, crocodile skin and silk,

Eggs, ham, cheese, bacon and milk

These are just some of the things,

That my tortured body brings

What about that tender veal?

That is simply the best meal

Did you enjoy my young, supple being?

Because I was just a baby stretched, more that I could bear,

For you to gorge on this amazing thing

Do you like my skin that you wear?

It was only ripped off my body whilst I was screaming in agony and despair

How about that yummy bacon?

I was just a baby too, my tiny body and head smashed before my life was taken

But if I am grown up, may you never hear my squeal,

As I am steamed alive and sometimes sent to the gas chambers, a real life horror to reveal

So that you can eat something wholesome and real

And how about that milk and fresh cream?

Mmm, isn’t it just a delicious dream?

My body carried a baby for 9 months long,

So that you could have fake calcium and be strong

I never saw my baby, but do not worry,

Soon they will rape me so that I can do it all over again!

And once I am too old, into the slaughterhouse I will go,

Where you can once again enjoy me as a juicy steak and more

And how about them lovely eggs?

If I am a male, I will be buried alive in a mass grave

Or better yet, I will be ground up alive!

But if I am female, oh just wait,

Because in a year or so, I too will be on your plate

Please save me as only you can do,

Because I want to live too

What is a sentient being?

One who has consciousness

One who is capable of feeling

Not only joy, but also sorrow, pain and suffering

Animals are sentient beings

May the Angels watch over these innocent beings in this man made hell,

And in Heaven may they forever dwell

May the Great Spirit ease their suffering in this dark hole,

May humanity rise and awaken to the truth of their own soul

No one would willingly take an innocent’s life,

Because in our hearts we already know the truth beyond the lies

I pray that my human brothers and sisters will one-day rise together,

To save our world and look at ALL beings with compassionate eyes

 

‘Over 150 million animals are killed for food around the world every day—just on land. That comes out to 56 billion land animals killed per year. Including wild caught and farmed fishes, we get a daily total closer to 3 billion animals killed.’ Source:  sentientmedia.org

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