A/N: This is an animal rights poem. I am a passionate animal rights activist, and I frequently become frustrated because so many people do not understand my point of view on this important topic. This poem is graphic in places and can get pretty angry, so read at your own risk! I'm mainly writing it in reference to the countless people who have informed me that animals do not deserve to have any rights.
Thank you...

A Strong Belief

by Prongs

You can ignite my passion with your fire,
But instead why don't you listen to what I desire.
Maybe you think your laughing will stop me,
But your criticism only adds fuel, can't you see?

If you sit there and make fun of what I believe,
Your stupidity will only make me continue to grieve.
Why don't you just shut up and let me talk?
Don't worry-you can still sit there and gawk.

How would you like to be tortured every day?
With nothing you can do or say,
To make it go away.

How would you like to be under-fed and perhaps starved?
So that once you're dead, you're body can be cut and carved.
Or maybe you'd rather be over-fed to point of being sick,
That way your meat will be nice and thick.

Would you prefer being torn away from your mom and dad?
When you're very young and newly born, I think that would make you sad.
How about being shoved in and out of cages that are too small?
With no ability to move around or sprawl?

Maybe you would enjoy being boiled while still alive?
Perhaps that's something we could contrive.
What about having your head cut off with a chop?
Remember-you're still alive-you might hear it drop.

Or would you rather be brutally hit and whipped?
I could tie back your arm, just like a wing that is clipped.
Does being shoved into small compartments sound like fun?
I think I'll let you try it for a few days when I'm done.

How would you like to have your leg broken with a sharp crack?
Or maybe I should peel the skin painfully off your back.
Maybe having horrible things injected into your body sounds great,
Perhaps being ruthlessly tempted with bait should be your fate.

What about being killed because nobody wants you?
Knowing that you were unloved and your life is through.
Your last days or maybe your whole life spent in a small cage,
Never knowing any feelings besides fright, sadness, and rage.

Does being thrown in a dumpster sound cool?
I guess you wouldn't think of it as cruel?
Would you enjoy being left outside to freeze?
Or being slung around in the back of a truck in the breeze?

With a permit, I can pull a trigger when your back is turned,
I'll drag your body away looking completely unconcerned.
Then I'll rip you to pieces or maybe I'll put your head on a wall.
You're dead now, so what happens to your remains is my call.

A car sees you in the road and runs you down.
Someone picks you up and forces you to drown.
Maybe you're suffering and mistreated,
And you feel completely defeated.

That's impossible because you can't feel pain.
You don't know what's happening even though you have a brain.
Even though we know you have a heart beat,
Your ability to sense is simply incomplete.

You obviously can't feel what we're doing,
Freedom is not something you would be pursuing.
You enjoy your splendid life,
You like being sliced open with a knife.

Just because you have nerves doesn't mean that you can feel.
We know you can't wait to be our next meal.
There are too many of you on this earth.
You were destined to be murdered since birth.

Does the life I described sound like fun?
Would you want your life to end before it had even begun?
Do you know what it feels like to have no rights?
Life is harsh if you're an animal and reality bites.