Στοίχοι: Struggle. One Settler, One Bullet Anthology. Death Of A Friend.

You talk of equality, yet you take their lives. You talk of progression, yet you're so uncivilized. I can see their suffering, but I cannot feel their pain. You talk of progress. All I see is mutilation. The fear, the pain, the torture, death as result. Their legs are bound by unbound hands. How much can it last before I explode. They are bought from pounds and taken from their habitats to please your destructive minds. People pay with their endless tax dollars. The animals pay with their fucking lives. Why are the animals exposed to death for their useless lies. Institutions of death is all you own. Your science is fraud. The sooner this barbaric use of animals is gone the sooner medicine will progress. The casual and callous killing of animals will not be condoned anymore