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Abandonment, like murder, grows as a grave crime today,
A sin of commission, against persons and animals;
Aren't children who desert their old parents and run away,
As harsh, as the primitive tribes, who were called cannibals...?
Abandoned pets, like urchins, roam around in streets and parks,
Hungry, thirsty they fight, near butcher's shops, for bits of bones ;
Injuries and illnesses they undergo, with bite marks,
Dirty and sick they are euthanized far from human zones...!
Sadness and worries, old mothers and fathers undergo,
Existence turns absurd when kids they loved much, give them pain;
When masters leave, as life as stake, pets too in sadness grow,
Should pets and humans suffer such fate, till rebirth they gain...?
Forsaken, rejected, shunned... creation comes to a standstill,
Hatred and cruel scorn for beings kill the divine will...!!!
Your son was injured and I'm as sorry as I can be.
But you had no right to kill a dog who wasn't guilty.
Your son was attacked and nearly killed by another Doberman.
You thought that it was my dog so you shot him with your gun.
But the guilty Doberman was caught two days ago and he was euthanized.
You killed an innocent dog and because of that, you ought to be chastised.
My dog wasn't just a pet, he was also my friend.
I cried as I buried him because it was the end.
If it wasn't for your son's predicament, Id have you put in jail.
That's the only thing that's stopping me from having you locked in a cell.
If you shoot another innocent animal, I won't be so nice.
Before you shoot another animal, you'd better think twice.
(This is a fictional poem)
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
A dog never bites its owner
If a dog does just that, it ought to be gently put to sleep
Gentlemen, love women who love you
Ladies, love men who care for you
If someone doesn't like you, don't get upset
It’s fine or okay for someone not to like you
This is democracy 100, everyone is free to choose
Love those who are cordial or courteous to you
Disregard or ignore those who dislike or antagonize you
Be strong, vigilant, calm and cool, don't act like fools
The dog barks at its master, it’s because of esurience or jejuneness
But when it bites its master, it’s because this animal is still untamed
This pestered creature is sent eventually to the shelter to be euthanized
A cat always respects its master or has high regard for its owner
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
Shatter not the heart of those who don't like or despise you
However do your very best for those who care for you
For those who are not hypocritical, ingrate or ungrateful
Old cats will in perpetuum remain old cats
They function as old egotistic crabs or irritating crotchety rats
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
Love is the appropriate answer
Not the mortiferous cancer.
P.S. Translation of ' Renmen Moun Ki Renmen Ou’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © June 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
CIPA or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis
is a genetic disorder very rarely found among us.
They afflicted with this disorder have a damaged gene
and as a result, sufferers never experience the sensation of pain.
Many may assume that this would be a good thing
but they who are afflicted encounter much suffering.
Death from hypothermia among CIPA patients is quite common
because they never know when their body temperature is low or rising.
Some CIPA patients have had to remove all of their teeth
to prevent them from chewing on their lips whenever they eat.
There isn't any cure or treatment presently
for the few afflicted with this rare genetic disease.
I guess with so few afflicted, it's not a medical priority,
but maybe this disorder can be used positively.
Many bed ridden terminal patients suffer needlessly
with agonizing pain until they're deceased.
In my opinion, they ought to have the right to be
euthanized and put out of their misery,
but that isn't ethical among the medical community.
This is where I believe CIPA would come in very handy.
If research can figure out how to damage this otherwise healthy gene
responsible for allowing us to feel the sensation of pain,
perhaps it could be injected as a serum possibly
and relieve the chronic pain from dying patients permanently.
The patient would have a leisurely, peaceful exit completely pain free
and ethics wouldn't be violated within the medical community.
All terminal patients in chronic pain could all die humanely...
...but then I'm not a professional. This is just my theory.
It was thought the young whale was pregnant
confused as she was and out of her depth.
They waded into the river to help,
floated rubber rafts to buoy her up.
Marine experts posited ways
to keep her breathing in shallow waters.
In dockyard pubs
hard men openly spoke of her plight,
voices low and humorless
as they test-drove new technical jargon.
When she died;
rolling in the pebbly shallows
we threw a tarpaulin over her
as if she were a human cadaver.
We had televised everything,
implemented elaborate plans,
recorded last moments with ripples of hope.
Later we watched the sluggish waves
wash away her long drowning.
~~~~~
https://www.ctvnews.ca/world/young-whale-trapped-in-london-s-river-thames-euthanized-1.5421060
The two year old mahogany stallion's nostrils flared out
mist in the cool April morning, his veins prominent, his
sweat frothy on his regal neck and muscular chest.
His exercise rider, a youth himself, gently pulled him
to a stop from his run on the dirt track.
"They named you Apollo for a good reason," he spoke
as he patted the frisky colt on his withers. The nearby
elderly railbird nodded in agreement as he spat out
chewing tobacco through yellowed teeth.
I, the author of this prose, am against horseracing.
Some young and older Thoroughbreds break down on
the tracks. Many are euthanized. There is no, "Sport of
Kings," in that.
From idyllic days in the horse farm pastures, fledgling
fillies and colts are separated from their dams who
call out in anxious neighing for their babies as they are
taken into the horseracing world.
Two famous racehorses, the great mare Ruffian, and
the gelding Barbaro, became gravely injured during
races. They had surgery but the rehabilitation process
for both unfortunate horses became too complicated,
and they were euthanized.
Please, no more sacrifices of beauteous horses,
no more exercise riders and jockeys falling to the earth.
A Kentucky Derby winner, Ferdinand, was sold and then
killed in a Japanese slaughterhouse.That is the fate of
some racehorses. This is a blood sport. Please boycott
horseracing. Please also boycott dog racing. Dogfighting
is another cruel abomination. The animals can't speak
for themselves, we must speak up for them. ~
Humans are not like us
They are very hard to teach
We show them what we can
If it's within our reach
Some are quite cruel to us
They haven't yet evolved
If they could communicate
The problem would be solved
They seem a trifle dimwitted
Their language is complex
We learn what we can from them
But they don't pass the test
They don't seem to see it
Our language is not that hard
Instead, they enslave us
and put us in the yard
We care too deeply for them
I don't know to what end
Destroying our environment
They never seem to bend
They chain, beat, and torture us
and some are left to starve
They keep us locked in cages
Our home is a backyard
We once were free to roam the earth
The past where we once thrived
But now they maim and neuter us
Our offspring euthanized
When we meet our maker
of creatures far and wide
Our part ensured in heaven
Their downfall is their pride
Our lot was given the die-cast
and we must persevere
The humans remain clueless
That is our biggest fear
Their future's still in question
with their ears that do not hear
If they can't learn to listen
to the bond we hold so dear
Hissing like the glide of silk
A python curls upon my throat
It’s not his fault that he was born to kill
The blueing of my skin makes me a ghost
It’s not his fault that he was made to kill
Why is it when I part my lips
A little bird is born and flies
The python wishes he was born with wings
He forced it out, now robs it of the sky
He wishes he was made to fly
It was my friend, the biting wind
Caressing, rosing up my face
Red apples in my cheeks like I’m a kid
A dying dog sits patiently and waits
Excited to be euthanized and skinned
A wound so fresh that it still bleeds
Three bony fingers dig inside
The carpet splattered scarlet red with beads
My gore’s a jewel I get to wear with pride
You take and take till it’s not longer mine
The passive, gray fruit of your eye
When it’s on me, it’s like it speaks
My fruits are green therefore they don’t reply
Your words are like a puzzle, missing piece
Should be a joke but sounds more like a lie
There’s something silly in it all
In stealing words from children
When you decide to put them in your art
My presence is in plain sight, hidden
But you will always know I played a part
A violin sings low in sugar sweet voice
their wanton eyes locked in each other
temptation twitching to make a choice
in a burst of euphoria, caress of a lover.
unfurled petals with mesmeric dreams
waiting for vivacious spring to arrive
in heat of lust flutters enflamed beams
words tremble within playful jab and jive
in perfect harmony of paths disaligned
closer and closer... distant as the stars
where water meets sky in horizon behind
stardust swim a sea, for hours and hours
thousand shards broken heart endures
secluded memories in an old rusty box
Even though I know I will never be yours
Yet crippled and euthanized love unlocks.
Inhaling your breath, I flow in your veins
We can hear our hearts beating through
tempest raging a menaced world of pain
in a radiant blush, she says, "I still love you".
Dated 30th November, 2019
Sponsor Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Contest Name Love Me Like You Mean It6
I sell propane and propane accessories and my name is Hank Hill.
I took Ladybird to the veterinarian today and I may have to kill.
That vet is scum and he's a creep.
He wants to put Ladybird to sleep.
He wants to put her to sleep because of old age.
I'll kill him if he tries to do it, I am truly enraged.
I love Ladybird and when everything is said and done,
That dog means the world to me, I'd rather lose my son.
He has arrived at my house, he is making a house call.
I won't allow him to kill my dog, I won't allow it at all.
I've jumped on my mower and I mowed over his feet.
He is calling 911 and soon I'll be arrested by the heat.
I'm going to have to make a run for it in my truck.
But the damn thing won't start, I sure am out of luck.
I'm making a break for it and I'm running as fast as my legs will go.
If I steal a car, I wonder if I can make it to Mexico.
I just carjacked a man but his car is a Geo and it won't go fast enough.
The cops could keep up with me on foot and now I'm wearing handcuffs.
Just the thought of putting my dog to sleep has caused me to come unhinged.
If ladybird is euthanized, I'll break out of jail and I'll be coming to get revenge.