Animal testing
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Prick, poke and scab
my ears begin to drag
youve tried that shade a million times, Im telling you now its not worth a dime.
you say Im your guinea pig, your testor, your prodigae
There you lie
Infected and bleeding
There you dream
Of a life without suffering
A life without pain
A big white rubber hand reaches in
Picking fruit and swimming in the trees
Spending time with family
Until the day of depravity
Homeland destroyed and community slaughtered
Snatched and sent overseas
To life science facilities
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.
I have no voice here.
Just a wimper, buried in eyeliner and lip stains.
How could you do this to me?
My tears come out blood when my eyes aren't shut closed
from the products you used on me.
Feels as a human
pained like a man
it's easy to believe they dont percieve,
to justify or pardon the suffering we subject.
They dont speak
but communicate silently!
All I see are the bars on my cage.
All I can see is that which impedes my freedom.
Freedom!
I dream of freedom.
This concept, I do not know what it entails.
All I know is what freedom means to me:
