The Men in White

August 27, 2008
Their blank eyes
Stare emotionlessly back at me
Window's into their souls,
yet no soul can be seen.
No mercy
As they torture;
Burn, poison, cut;
Me and my fellow animals.

what a daunting word.
When it passes your lips
I cringe;
Memories flood my already
traumatized mind;
Of the pain I experienced;
The thoughts I thought.
The feelings I felt.
The sights I saw.
The Smells I smelt.

Never ceasing.
Terror etched deeply on their faces;
In their broken minds.

Our screams
Never reach anybodies ears
but our own.
Our cries of terror are sealed
Behind closed doors.

Scream, Cry, Rise,
Rise against
The Men in White

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evilfaery said...
Aug. 31, 2008 at 9:37 am
really good! i got the link off the peta boards, personally i prefer poems with a bit more subtlty but i suppose there's nothing subtle about vivisection. congrats.
PBnSpots said...
Aug. 31, 2008 at 1:39 am
This is great! Not only is it written well, but it also sends out a powerful message about the pain and agony of vivsection.
Briefasa said...
Aug. 30, 2008 at 11:56 pm
It's beautiful in that painful, hard to read way. Thank you for posting this poem!
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