Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Fur is murder

Tears continue to roll,
from the chained lions,
the bleating lambs,
morose sirens,

Suffrage in the fifth degree,
paid the price,
Put them in zoos,
O how nice,

We are man,
this is our domain,
Follow my rules,
I am not insane,

The world is our oyster,
though pollution kills the orginal,
what will we call it,
when there total is nill,

tears stream from the last man,
when he realizes there is no more land,
no birds calling in the trees,
he has spread, a never ending disease.

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