What ugly black, brunette, or blond,
You guessed it,
With some precious creatures fur abscond,
Not mindful of the harm and pain,
Look at me,
Her ass to cover, their life would claim,
Once upon a time it was not fashions heir,
The brutality of life,
Needing to stay warm, no other way was there,
Even then not sport it was nor greed,
Cold hearted,
Just for looks, such dirty deed,
While the furriers live in lofty mansions tall,
Heartless bastards,
Little furry creatures, cower in their stall,
Little minks as cute as pie,
Tiny creatures,
All for their skin will die,
Millions more are snared or clobbered dead,
Brutal industry,
How more brutal can you get?
Some suffer terribly in traps and wires,
The human genius,
Before their little life expires,
Would you think it be a sin?
For instance,
Destroy a human for its skin,
Would you, ask yourself and ask it deep?
Pray for enlightenment,
All Gods children their skin should keep.
Amen to that, my friend.
At the end of the year 2008 and we haven't yet figured how to eradicate from our midst a few barbaric customs.
Georg
Eileen
Keith