Where Is It?

In the cold, dark prison he cries
As his little sister dies.
She is the last of his kin,
One by one they got so thin.

And now he feels so weak today...
The man who feeds them walked away
"This one can't eat...it's too weak"
And despite that no kind words did he speak.

So slowly he is wasting away,
Sitting in his prison every day.
Where is this horrible, horrible place?
Some faraway country? what a disgrace!

And who are these people locked away tight?
With no food or water and no strength to fight?
People? It happens to the least of our kind
They can't talk or fight, all they have is their mind.

And the places, where many are locked away still
It's right in your country - it's a puppy mill.

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