What if i could speak(Voicing against cruelty to animals - Let us speak in one voice)

I may not stand tall,

I am the quadruped

Overshadowed

In the thickets of man-made laws

 My breath of space

Choked

For hides, meat and subterfuges,

Whims and fancies, and flavour that deluges

O’ to be slaughtered or grilled live

And be bereaved of a suckling or the udder

I am the quadruped

I may not live to tell the tale

But I do feel

The pain that will live on

Long   after I am gone,

 As a shadow of guilt,

I will haunt.

I might have been the quadruped,

The humbled-

My cries- an outcry for the outrage

 Muffled by the inhuman-

The humane dying…

Leaving a future bleak

Will its children

Wake up to speak for the meek?