Who could speak for them?

As though words could ever help,

The suicide attempts are just life long fantasies

Compared with what is drawn against their heads like a baseball bat threshes against a ball.

And though blood of the brightest red,

Isn't compared with what is...

What is different?

Between me and you

You and me.

We all bleed.

Compared with what can be different.

Endless and countless bodies of life

That will never be or have a chance to be

And useless experiments tested upon comparison

As though their life are suppose to be

Tested upon.

As though their beautiful colors of hair and fur are suppose to be worn

Or Antlers hanging on a wall,

As a sign of greatness.

How are you better?

Their meat eaten upon a dinner table.

Their life was purposely hidden to be a piece.

I ask you...

Greatness of a corpse hung on a wall

Or stuffed so the body is used.

The soul is compared with the jurisdiction of freedom.

Yet within history we, as people, fight for a correspondence of freedom.

To die for survival as a part of nature that is spoken for.

At least out in nature among other animals they have a choice.

For us as people to only chose which ones are considered "ours" a possession, we as people just can't seem to get over.

The oceans of mammals are endangered, animals of Africa are endangered, the lists goes on.

I ask you, the people, "Why?"

It's not a matter of power. All creatures have power.

What gives the people the right to murder the innocent?

I know to respect life, all creatures of the world.

And to the unrespectable people who show indifference.

Your skin is connected to layers of skin with veins that bleed with emotions that linger.

Souls of a god who shall supposely forgive.

Only the ones who is less powerless then us and our guns, our experiments, captivation's, uses of our own will can hold no boundaries.

All they do is live in a corrupted world as nature upholds them to, who doesn't want power but only a chance to live their life.

I ask you,

WHO ASKED THEM?