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.