Treasure Island

Anthony John Oliveros

Wake Up People

I hate seeing animals hurt
I don't want to see them punished
It kills me up inside
It suffocates my soul

My conscience is exploding
I really hate this part!

I don't want to see them in pain
Nor abused by fools
They never realized how much they've struggled
For the survival of life

If you see a bird in a cage
And mourns all day
What would you feel?
What can you say
If you will see what I see?

Seeing kittens being punished by hot waters
When you know they are pure
When you know they are sinless?

When you see a cat
Staring closely at you
She wanted to go near
But afraid if she'd be hurt, too
What will you do?

Seeing butterflies
Attached on frames
Reminds me of my childhood days
Butterflies made me happy
And washed my problems away!

I hate people who pretend that they know everything
Well in fact they are ignorant
To what's really happening!

Wake up people
Wake up!

Submitted: Sunday, January 22, 2012
Edited: Thursday, February 21, 2013

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  • Hans Vr (1/22/2012 8:18:00 AM)

    Fully agree Anthony, Let us all wake up.
    Let's stop the absolute tragedy of torturing animals for our [pleasure]
    A great poem with a great message, my friend (Report) Reply

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