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Twas The Night In the Fur Farm

by Liz Jacobelly
mslizann@san.rr.com

 

Twas the night in the fur farm

In my prison I lie

Deprived of freedom

No one heard my cry

 

I used to live in the forest

Where I�d roam wild and free

And do all the things

That came natural to me

 

One day I was roaming

In a trap I got caught

I tried to get loose

It hurt as I fought

 

I saw a human coming

I though he would help

In a cage I was thrown

In pain I did yelp

The next thing I knew

I was enclosed and confined

With many other animals

All of my kind

 

The Humans here are cruel

And very inhumane

They electrocute our genitals

And cause agonizing pain

 

They beat us to death

Or skin us alive

All for our fur

So their business will thrive

 

One very dark night

I heard someone creep by

It was a very large human

Was it my turn to die?

 

He was dressed all in black

From his head to his toe

His eyes I could see

Their kindness did show

 

He opened each cage

As he walked down the hall

Then said �dash away,

dash away, dash away all�.

 

I ran out of my prison

And off in the night

As I turned around

He was nowhere in sight

 

Some human�s say he�s a terrorist

I don�t believe that you see

This man is a hero

He set me free

 

The bad humans are

Those who make us bleed

Just for a profit

Money and greed

 

And those who wear fur

Think they have good taste

Your� just as cruel

Carcasses around your waist

 

Next time you go shopping

To buy something to wear

Make sure is has no animal

Skin, fur or hair.



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