Hak haiwan

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InvaderQue When will I live free When will we live longer enough to be When can I see the sun I don't want to be the only one Can't you feel our pain But we die in vain When will I not be poked or chained Or dread days after it rained Can't you lend me a hand Before I'm buried in sand When will our blood Stop coming as a flood You seem to covet Our disguise as circus pets The whips have a hard lash You don't see our painful thrash My flesh is raw We fear your useful saw Is this the world you want? -My pretty poem for my story, Riot. Guess what it's about.