I
am not your entertainment
Or
an accessory that you wear
I
am not some science project
Or
be treated so unfair.
I
am not here for your purpose
To
be your victim or your slave
But
you seem to think I am these things
Until
you put me in the grave.
You
treat me like an object
Or
a possession that you own
This
cruel and disturbing way of thinking
How
can the world condone.
I
am not some soulless being
Who
has no emotions deep inside
For
if the World would listen close
They
would hear the pleas I’ve cried.
I
hope one day the time will come
When
the world will unite and decide
To
be a voice and make a stand
And
raise their paw worldwide.
Written
by Ben Sterling.
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