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THE SMALL THINGS (DOG/CAT MEAT TRADE)

THE SMALL THINGS  (DOG/CAT MEAT TRADE)

Poor little kitty
Not safe and warm
For I see the horror
Into which you have been born
Squashed and broken
Limbs all torn
Tortures waiting
Sadly

Just the norm
In the bastard countries
Where they still insist
The meat tastes better
If you feel the 
Fist
And knife
And fire
And so
Forced to exist

In a hell come true
For you
The small things hurting
And for those of us who view.
(Marion Price) 2017

 

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