BATTLE ( DOG/CAT MEAT TRADE TORTURE)

Gone are my tears
So useless in fight
Innocence, ignorance
Both taken flight
And when they went
They left in me
A gaping great hole
That was my soul
It filled up so quickly
With outrage and hate
Now misery flows freely
Through open floodgates
Well
What to do now
With this evil I own
I no longer sing
​​I wail and I moan
I cannot find peace
Eaten up inside
I cannot sleep
Sorrow in me, resides
So with furrowed brow
Pen in hand
I make a decision
To take a stand
My path is clear
Action plan
The sword is out
The battle on
And then and there
I swear to fight
I will object
I vow to care.
(Marion Price) 2017