What The Easter Bunny Doesn'T Know Poem by Donna Elouise James

Hidden behind closed doors
Protected by federal laws
Vile mankind is at work

This aint your sons train set
Or your daughters pet
That’s going around

Trapped in a steal vest
This is the Draize test
Done in the name of vanity

Round and round
They make no sound
Riding the train

You’ll hear no screams or cries
But watch their pink eyes
Flash with fear

When the train stops
In go the eyes drops
That will burn their sight away

White rabbits riding the train
White rabbits writhing in pain
But never making a sound

No humanity
Just vulgarity
Of the sickest kind