Why dos this have to happen...
You hit me,
You punch me,
You kick me,
You lunge me.
Now I’m dead,
I’m passed,
I’m gone,
All because of you,
I didn’t live long,
I was still small,
Still little,
Still bitty,
I wanted to be your friend,
But all you did was hit me,
Now I’m not here,
Now I’m gone,
Do you now feel my pain,
That I felt for so long,
I just wanted love,
I just wanted a friend,
But because of you,
It is my end.
This poem is about animal abuse, and how people hurt their animals, who just want love. If you care about animals who are abused.
You hit me,
You punch me,
You kick me,
You lunge me.
Now I’m dead,
I’m passed,
I’m gone,
All because of you,
I didn’t live long,
I was still small,
Still little,
Still bitty,
I wanted to be your friend,
But all you did was hit me,
Now I’m not here,
Now I’m gone,
Do you now feel my pain,
That I felt for so long,
I just wanted love,
I just wanted a friend,
But because of you,
It is my end.
This poem is about animal abuse, and how people hurt their animals, who just want love. If you care about animals who are abused.
Bear Baiting is cruel entertainment and a money-maker for some people in Pakistan. Bear baiting requires bears to have their claws and teeth removed, then they are chained to a post being forced to fight off several dogs. When the fighting is over, bears usually come out with ripped mouths and noses.
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I found a fox, caught by the leg
In a toothed gin, torn from its peg,
And dragged, God knows how far, in pain.
Such torment could not plead in vain,
He looked at me, I looked at him.
With iron jaw-teeth in his limb.
"Come, little son," I said, "Let be.....
Don't bite me, while I set you free."
But much I feared that in the pang
Of helping, I should feel a fang
In hand or face .......
but must is must .........
And he had given me his trust.
So down I knelt there in the mud
And loosed those jaws all mud and blood.
And he, exhausted, crept, set free,
Into the shade, away from me;
The leg not broken ......
Then, beyond,
That gin went plonk into the pond.