A GENUINE PLEA...... Please don't read this poem if sad things about animals upset you!
SQUEAL!
I'm certainly no do-gooder,
For I'm not the thoughtful kind,
And Animal Liberation
Seldom enters my mind.
But today I heard a statement
That rocked me on my heels
And filled my brain and, yes, my heart
With agonising squeals.
The Speaker on the radio
Said 'Scientists agree
That pigs have the intelligence
Of children when they're three'.
That fact alone was shattering!
I continued with the talk,
Admitting, in my heart of hearts
That my favourite meat is pork.
'In fact' the Speaker added now,
'When their time comes to be slaughtered,
And hung on hooks in abbatoirs,
Yes, 'hung and drawn and quartered',
They realise the fate in store!
They actually show their feelings,
And the air is rent with cries and groans
And almost-human squealings.'
I'd like to say I wont eat pork
Again my whole life long!
I'd like to say I'll protest their cause
In the streets, to right the wrong.
But I'm as frail as anyone;
Time will dim the way I feel,
But at least today all I can hear
Is a scared pig and its squeal.
