Tricked into traps,
Locked in cages,
Thrown like trash off the tops of trucks.
Scared, alone and helpless,
They wait for their turn to be violently tortured,
Beaten,electrocuted, or simply hung by their feet.
As they are skinned alive.
Once so beautiful and free,
Now just a pair of gloves.
A life taken for fashion.
I imagine the fear rapidly flowing through my body,
Seeing the glare of the blade,
Feeing the hot blood rushing to my brain.
Screaming for help, and the only response is
The screams of others.
Tears well in my eyes,
Hatred in my stomach,
And disappointment in my heart.