COMPASSION
A wound so deep a feeling so profound, tears of complete sadness rolling down my eyes.I care for you,
I connect deeply to your heart.I see you suffer and I feel as if it is I who is going to die.You are manipulated, abused, used and pushed around.Your are barbarically killed and then
cannibally cut. You are tossed as if you did not have a soul.You are treated as a
commodity in a land of greed and consumption.You are consumed and eaten ravenously,
packaged as if you were an object devoid of life.
They have mistreated you so badly that they won't even let your bones rest in peaceand return to the soil.
Your beautiful image is mocked and advertised as if they had any right to mess with the divine.
You are the victim of a society devoid of true love.
You are the victim of a crowd totally disconnected from their souls.
You are a victim of the hatred and blindness of their hunger.
You suffer, and I suffer along.You are mocked, and I am being
mocked.
They kill you, and they kill my soul.I feel for you, I cry for you,
I bleed with your painand suffer everything they do to you.
But I have to be stronger and live,I have to stick around and speak.
I have to take action and do.I have to be here for you.
I have to defend your very right to live.I have to give my life for you.
I have to write on your behalf.I have to forgive myself for never doing enough.
And in this pain, and holding tight to my wounded heart as I see your body fighting to live and finally surrender and helplessly collapse as tears are rolling down my eyes
and I see your soul leave your dead stabbed corpse I make you a promise to put an end to all this abuse. I take a bow of commitment to fight for your entitled rights. I give you my word that this is going to stop.
I guarantee you that I will do everything in my hands to return to you and all your fellow animals
your entitled right to simply live and be.In the meantime, I cry and I look in disbelief at what I see people do and eat. Meanwhile I suffer along with you and I feel every beat of your heart and pain as if it was mine and it hurts so badly and I keep crying disconsolately and sorrowfully.
Before, I totally break down. Please let me apologize on behalf of this heartless crowd.
There is no excuse I can give you for their actions. But if it helps at all, I would rather forgive them and
believe that they do not know what they are doing than carry a burden of hatred in my already wounded heart.
2006-11-30
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