Exactly what is the truth?
Buried deep in them thar hills you find,
But not on everybody’s mind,
Misery and torture, and puppy mills uncouth,
But why I asked is it allowed?
On man’s best friend cause so much suffering still,
Hidden deep in country’s dale and hill,
What is this about?
Are you saying out of sight out of mind?
What could you think, what could you do,
It you knew all this was true ,
Not go and help those bastards find,
Assaulting your best friend they are, and to his wife and child unkind,
If your love for them is true ,
Would you not for vengeance sue?
Would you not like Bunker Hill, free the tortured and confined,
Let your weapon be your vote, your X,
And your army be your friends,
Make sure this crime now ends,
Put on all of them the hex!©
Monsters are not necessarily under your bed.
Georg
Once again your caring, compassionate heart and sense of right rage pour out in these strong lines; with you all the way.
John
Fee
Hugs, Lin
In Spirit,
Bear