Bushbabies and Bananas

Your life Dear One was not ours to take you had your own destiny your own path to follow and now, this human, operating through pure Evil, has stolen your tomorrow ELEVEN times he pulled the trigger how could he do it? watch you fall and carry on shooting what is broken in his heart? tearing your body apart to fill some sick need of his ELEVEN times he made the choice to kill you decided you must die I cannot even begin to try and fathom why I must bow my head in shame before your spirit and the rest of your kind utter shame, and disgust with my own I must beg you for forgiveness and more kindness than you and all the animals are shown I must try to find words to voice this wrong to break the good people’s hearts so they can feel your pain and stop looking away so they can hear the cries rising up from the Earth from the beasts we are murdering and torturing for pleasure and fun for food for we

I am with you    in your cage       lying on the cold cement floor wondering what the hell it is all for   staring out through the bars       seeing the sunlight  but not feeling the warmth inside   soul weighted down     by another’s will        for our lives Image credit: CACH never to live as we should have    never roaming wild as we would have so much inside to be desperately need to roar out      to cry        FREE   until it’s the end    disorientated      drugged tossed out into a pretend-wild     we wait cannot escape        until a shot shatters our body             and we split   I lie gasping        hands over eyes but I will never forget    the heartbreak in the angels’ cries for there was no pride in the way that you died no great feat of courage or show of intellect or inspiration to create just a coward with a gun and an emptiness inside who needed to feel big and so decided your f