Against Animal Testing

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    Against Animal Testing

     Heartless hands reach for me.
    Trapped in a tiny cage with a lock and no key.
    They drag me out against my strife.
    Knowing full well they could end my life.
    I’m taken into a room that is dark.
    One that has left many marks.
    They give me a deleterious dose.
    It hurts so much, this is it, I suppose.
    I guess it’s my life’s end.
    All in truth, it’s a godsend.

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    Papa commented on Against Animal Testing

    06-01-2017

    liked the poem. It is enough that we test stupidity on ourselves. test the drug addicts, they have no problem with needles and confined spaces.
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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