In protest stood we at the curb,
With placards held up high,
Their conscience to disturb,
A thorn be in their thigh,
Naked girls we used as ruse,
To catch the wandering eye,
To light a light, a fuse,
To ask some questions why,
Grotesque a cage with screams,
Hurled sound the deaf could hear,
Dripping blood, and hurt, and rage,
An animal in fear,
Help we called, help million such,
Sign this petition here,
For some it was too much,
Then officers came near,
Mischief you can’t create,
In front of decent folk,
Clean up your blood and your debate,
Before this scene we fold,
This lady fine, our leader strong,
Conviction is her middle name,
She stood her ground, and not to long,
Put officers to shame,
With fainting spells, and nerves gone raw,
A rag tag group of souls,
Fought skin heads and the law,
Helping creatures is their goal,
A throng of public walked the mace,
Yet few would stop and look,
Directly in our face,
Take pamphlet or a book,
Still though some are kind,
A dollar too put in the tin,
Compassion for this cause would find,
A worthy cause to win,
The joy if only one is saved,
For harm that comes their way,
For them our signs have waved,
For them we had our say,
No shortage is that I recall,
Of cruelty and pain for naught,
Of creatures large and small
To your attention brought,
From puppy mills and ducks force-fed,
Rodeos and horse abuse,
In factory farms, cruelties they fret,
And in experiments abuse,
Too many are there, here to mention,
Their holocaust, and crimes of man,
We bring to your attention,
And hope you’d help us if you can,
Our common history sure is filled,
For at the hand of man,
Billions we have tortured killed,
No holocaust is greater than,
Excuses make with priestly help,
This is all in “Gods” design,
Our conscience closed to hear their yelp,
As long as we are fine,
So you see my friends, there is no end,
There is so much more to do,
More time at protests will I spend,
With friends, I hope, and you.©13/07/2009
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Helping creatures is their goal
If only we could turn our small rag tag group into an army of souls, we might be able to make a difference. But whether we have 10 souls, or 10 million, the fight goes on; and I commend everyone who tries, especially you, my friend.
Georg
Love,
eileen
your heart is dearly enlightened ...
Again yours is the voice of caring, compassion and reason.
John
However, no excuses: When in Rome...etc...
Blessings and Love - Micke