The sun hits the morning trees
Frost on the ground, with a gentle breeze
The skies are blue, without a cloud
the streets are empty, without a crowd.
The people have all gone to a place,
Strange to mankind and the human race.
The animals are gathering around me,
Two by two and three by three.
They asked of me what did I want,
I answered to help them and not to haunt.
They said now you're here and here you'll stay,
Because we don't kill as in mankinds day.
I asked why I was saved from Heaven or Hell,
Heaven's creatures answered quite well.
When the destruction of Earth and mans hell came,
God told us to protect you because you were lame.
We did have to watch as the Earth was burned,
God told us it was finally our turn.
We didn't want to witness such a horrible sight,
but for killing of God's creatures, It seemed right.
I knew quite well of what they say,
Because it was them I cried for on the last day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dESDespite what my Roman Catholic upbringing taught me...that animals do not have souls and because so do not earn Eternal Life...I don't believe this, as the God who has watched over me all my Life, (imo) , would never exercise such a cruel doctrine...Our animal friends posserss al 5 senses, if not a 6th, as many are far sharper than we! I lenjoyed this poem, and your delivery of it...~FjR~