The Key to Paradise [Poem
The Key To Paradise
As I sit, searching my very soul for a hint of
I wonder the true meaning of it all...
Are we a species that
dwells on bringing pain to others,
when we, ourselves, do not wish to feel
Or are we mystic lovers of our earth, with the ability to show our
locked deep within?
If so, what will it take to find this
precious key and open the rusty doors to paradise?
Though we are a
breed apart, we share the same polluted air as our fellow creatures.
see the same night, sun, moon, and stars shining innocently in the
We have the given intelligence to love, create, hope, wish, and
but we now must capture a new intelligence...
The power to
sense the pain of others.
The cry of a cow being slaughtered
The whimper of a
A squeal of a pig being branded
And the torture a veal
calf will feel
The fear in a lab animal's eyes
The boredom of animals in zoos
animal in slavery for entertainment
The fright of animals on fur farms,
Though they do not speak our language
Or understand our
Animals do have rights in this world
They, too, know how to
love, weep, and play.
We believe humans are intelligent
The smartest of all
Then why is it we use our friends
And treat them as assembly
America the Beautiful?
With banners flying high
proud to be
Americans live their lives
without batting an eye
locked tightly in their cages
are our animals of nature
desperately in pain
as the vivisectionist jots statistics on his
Why must we show cruelty
to every living thing
We should be
teaching our children to be peaceful
instead of how to sting
very things that brought us life
you know as well as I
animals we now torture
to put a dollar in the American pie!
Humans are an interesting species
with their knowledge
but when they gather in such large numbers
they play a
lawless king to nature's fate
The forests begin to disappear
the animals who call it home
and the oceans become immorally
while we talk mindlessly on the phone
Though we're worried
about our salaries
and minor things in life
we are beginning an
and an unthinkable fight
I cannot look into a mother cow's eyes
feeling her pain.
Her children enter a vicious cycle
and from this
what will she gain?
I cannot touch the fur of a fox,
the image of blood flows through my
It's skin will be torn from its back.
Haven't we advanced
further in time?
We are all as one with nature,
though humans do not realize.
were put here to share this planet
and not to walk away from the pain
in another's eyes.
Donna Anderson, firstname.lastname@example.org