In fields where sheep once wandered free,
their wool is shorn with cruelty.
Sharp shears cut not just fleece but skin;
a silent cry is drowned within.
Lambs are torn from their mothers’ side;
Their gentle bleats the winds confide.
On crowded ships, in burning heat,
They suffer long with weary feet.
Chickens huddle, wing to wing,
In cages where they cannot sing.
Beaks are clipped, their pain ignored,
Their fragile bodies worked and worn.
Broilers bred to grow too fast,
Hearts give way, they cannot last.
Eggs are taken, shells are prized,
While baby brothers are despised.
Yet each of them has life and song,
A place on Earth where they belong.
Their eyes can sparkle, hearts can feel,
Their bonds are deep, their wounds are real.
But we can choose a kinder way,
With every meal, each passing day.
No wool, no flesh, no egg, no hide,
Compassion can be our guide.
Plant-based feasts, soft fabrics fair,
Show the world we truly care.
Ahimsa whispers, strong yet light,
All beings have a sacred right.
Let sheep and chickens live with grace,
Their freedom shining on their face.
A future bright, where love unites,
And cruelty fades in gentler nights.
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