Their World Will Change Forever
Over 7,000 tigers are kept in rooms, backyards, and lounges of American homes. 4,000 of those tigers are living illegally in Texas alone. How are we
as people, able to estimate the number of
endangered animals in the world, if most of
them are held in the clutches of our own hands?
When you take that baby-blue-eyed child to see
a wonder in their eyes, begging for a chance to be the wonder, how can you deal with yourself when the world comes down, and that their only childhood is not what it said it was.
It’s time to look behind the scenes;
look past the surface and hear the screams and cries of those that do not have a voice.
When you see those bloody cages, filled with the empty shells
of once great creatures, remember that we did this.
Us great and “compassionate” creatures.
No longer can media stunt our awareness. Only showing us what we want to see. What we want to hear.
But what if we do.
What if we want to step up and take the stage and fight for the ones who deserve to live.
Who deserve to share the Earth with another species.
If you think about the creation of us. Of them.
You might think, what made them so special.
But if God created us. What made us so special?
That we could go and take another’s rights.
‘Cause then we’re stripping our own rights.
Yes, we are only human. Yes, we make mistakes.
Yes, we bleed when we fall down.
But what about the ones whose blood falls when we wield the strength to push those of us
who should be respected by us, down to the ground like a slave to a king.
But what made us king.
Certainly not the slaves.
When images of pet carnivores fill the screen,
portraying lies so big that It’s amazing that they can be swallowed. When celebrities hold these exotic animals,
in houses that make even elephants feel tiny,
but only use a small part for the living creature itself, know that these ain’t no tigers on a gold leash.
Think about the pain, Think about the torture.
Think about the years of cages,
of overbearing heat, of little food,
When animals scream, you don’t hear them. When animals cry, you don’t see them.
We don’t see their pain, but if we could it would sound like this…
Twenty years is too long to be caged in
a lonely abyss, filled with spikes and rocks, that when faced upon, tear the flesh,
scar the outside, but how can it be, that it hurts more in the inside?
Neck, raw and swollen.
A harsh and cold metal chain hugging my skin, Coaxing my blood to put on a gory show,
and making me nothing.
It’s been too long since I’ve felt the cool green or sky blue
with the only worries being that another would dare venture In my territory. But now, I’m not there.
You only have my shell.
Cracked. And Broken.
My heart should beat 56-97 times per minute, but it doesn’t.
It leaps and falters and stutters, in time with the hits of the stick.
Your heart beats 60-100 times per minute. But I question if you really have one.
I know that I’m not the same as I was before. And that will never change.
Help me out. Hear my pain. Give me freedom Let it rain.
It truly is time to let freedom rain
for those that do not have a choice.
For those that got taken away from their homes.
We cannot look down upon kidnapping of our own species, when we do the same to another.
You could say their hearts have scars tattooed on them;
their blood forming a pattern on their fur. But in reality, there is no heart.
Even though blood stains the steel deathbed,
the heart doesn’t bleed red. Instead, it shows the colors of pain.
Of loss of ever being more than a puppet.
So tell me. So tell us.
How can we tum our backs on the third largest illegal profit in the world when we should be saying
We won’t take this anymore.
It’s time to step up and take a chance.
To save the ones who cannot save themselves.
The only thing that can stand up to a human, is a human itself.
Otherwise, there will be no hope for the captive carnivores.
We need to be the ones to build a new Noah’s Ark. A safe haven for the animals that hide from us.
A place of peace is an understatement of how much they deserve.
We were their destroyers, and now we must be their saviors.
You might say that this is Impossible.
How can man make a place that protects the abused carnivores, but allows the public to really see
what goes on behind the lighted stage
and the difference that freedom can make to an animal that has a broken spirit?
But when you see the sun start to rise,
on 720 acres of Coloradan land, falling just right on romping bears and prides of lions.
When it strikes the silhouette of a tiger lying so
on a hill, making it’s coat shine like a starlit cave, you know, it can be done.
‘Cause they did it.
No law can change us, we have to change us.
It’s time we step out and raise up. It’s time that we speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.
Surely, saving one animal may not change the World…but for that one animal…the World will change forever.