Concern For Creatures



These poems cover the caging, hunting, torturing and eating of creatures (and aren't in any particular order).

Some articles appear under the last poem, poem number 18.

"We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals."
Immanuel Kant


1.  The Puppy

Have you seen that poor little puppy that will spend its entire life in a horrid cage,
Only to be experimented on? Oh, how over such cruelty we all should rage!
How I yearn to set such creatures free, for in a cage, and in that place, they shouldn’t be,
For nothing that lives and breathes should be tortured so — no, such is plain criminality.

Week after dreadful week that little puppy will suffer, be denied love and affection too,
Due to a vivisectionist systematically torturing, as they daily do.
Injecting this and injecting that, cutting and stitching, leaving that puppy in pain;
A puppy born into a ghoulish nightmare, a hell, where cruel vivisectionists reign.

There he sits in his cage, alone and fearful as the hours, days, weeks, months and years go by,
Cowering each time they come to grab, jab, only to shove him back, where one day he’ll die.
No matter how much he whimpers, claws at the floor, or chews at the metal, there he'll stay,
Never receiving a cuddle, a pat, a rub, a brush, unable to run, stroll or play.

And he’s just one of many, that each day, all throughout the world, are going through misery,
Yes, poor little puppies deserving of a comfy home and a loving family.
But no, there they'll stay, only to be treated heartlessly, callously, sadistically,
Until we can bring an end to such wrong — an evil that brings shame on humanity.

By Lance Landall

"There is no way in the world to extrapolate animals to human circumstance. Animal research is
cruel to the animal, dangerous to the public and misleading to the scientist."
 Dr G. Dettman

More quotes from doctors can be seen in the blue box to the right, and under the heading:
More Quotes Regarding Vivisection.
Another poem on the same subject appears further down.


2.  Unwitting Betrayal

I was thinking about those who go duck hunting, and who once they have shot their prey,
Send another creature to fetch that downed creature, a dog that they’ve trained to obey.
And I couldn’t help feeling how such actually adds insult to injury,
For creatures fetching creatures for some human to eat, just doesn’t seem right to me.

Now, imagine if the tables were turned, and that we were sent to fetch our own kind,
For I’m sure that we’d find such distressing, though I guess there are some who wouldn’t mind.
After all, there’re those who spy, those who dob folk in, betray them to some enemy,
And sometimes for their own selfish ends, and not just because they’ve swallowed lunacy.

Just like that hunter’s dog, they fetch or reveal their own kind in some injurious way,
Hardly acting like that innocent dog that knows no better but than to obey,
For humans have a mental capacity and conscience that creatures don’t possess,
And thereby stand guilty, and via their callous act, an inner corruption express.

Though opposed to hunting in general, I couldn’t help see the sad irony,
For creatures fetching creatures for some human to eat, just seems like betrayal to me.
Not that these dogs would see it that way (for how can they?), but we can, naturally,
And thus should ponder on the irony, and not act the same as these dogs we see.

By Lance Landall

Also see my poem called Which No Heart Can Afford which is about hunting too.
This poem is found on my page The Heart Of The Matter, Home page.


3.  Zap One, Hug One

Come those supermarkets, there’s a row that’s dedicated to spoiling one’s pet,
Yes, tasty treat after tasty treat, other than what else pet lovers may get.
Oh, how folk swoon over their much loved pet, grooming and patting it to death, yet,
When it comes to other creatures like cows, sheep and chooks, animal rights forget.

Is this why people treat humankind similar, they loving some, killing some,
Thus making some distinction whereby their feelings are either passionate or numb?
Hence those expensive gifts and glowing words on one hand, weapons in the other,
They either treating someone well or ill, despite being their sister or brother.

Yes, we all humans, but, they all creatures, but — but what!? — for it doesn’t make sense,
Folk happy to kill on one hand, and on the other, shouting it’s an offence.
“Don’t harm my pet, for that’s a crime, but I’ll have another chop or steak, thank you,”
And they do, stroking their loved pets midst those flesh food cooking programmes that on TV they view.

And so, come those supermarkets, they move from that row that caters for one’s pet,
And over to another long row where the packaged flesh of creatures they get.
One row dedicated to nutrition and pampering, and the other row
The product of man’s lust for flesh, butchered carcases from which blood’s seen to flow.

Don’t some people have pet lambs? Yes, but it’s a case of zap one, hug one, clearly,
Like those Nazi death camps where they murdered folk midst loving their own family.
And how they managed such hypocrisy was via justifying it somehow,
Just like folk do when they draw a bogus distinction between a cat and cow.

Thanks Charles Darwin, your theory being all the Nazi’s needed, folk expendable,
Well, supposedly, we having just evolved, and to boot, some less worthy — well,
I can’t agree, and why that foolish evolution theory isn’t for me,
For its not only badly flawed, but aids those wanting to act like some Nazi.

I’d rather believe in a Creator like that one mentioned in the Bible,
Who, we’re told, not only created humans but created us all equal.
And who, by the way, and regarding creatures, said don’t ingest their blood or fat,
And particularly avoid certain creatures. Why? Well, we can figure out that.

After all, some creatures are scavengers, and thus like waste disposal units,
Their bodies being full of toxins-cum-poisons which one’s health hardly benefits.
But why do folk eat creatures full stop? —  they being the sole source of cholesterol,
Which every doctor knows is harmful, let alone that blood which adds to the toll.

Hence why all creatures were meant to be hugged, not zapped and eaten-cum-cruelly used,
And the latter no doubt why we’re seeing creatures in general being abused.
For if it’s okay to kill and eat them, where’s the reason for treating them well,
And besides, who wants their stomach to be a graveyard where corpses rot-cum-smell?

If we’re meant to eat flesh, why do we have the dental structures of herbivores,
And what’s with veggies, fruit, nuts and grains, which hardly need one to have fangs and claws?
Yes, it’s clear folk have swallowed some myths, one being that we need to eat flesh, and why
It’s a case of zap one, hug one; and why of much shorter lives one can prophesy.  

By Lance Landall

Flesh food.

4.  Have A Heart

Yes, you’re entitled to that steak or chop that’s on your plate, but they’re not for me,
As I’ve seen the fear in the eyes of such creatures awaiting their fate, you see.
Yes, for they have emotions too, and there they wait, completely at our mercy,
Some peering out at the stoves from their cages in which there’s more than two or three.

And sadly, they simply raised to die in one’s mouth, so to speak, their tomb one’s belly,
Their life cut short for the sake of appetite, all of it unnecessary,
For despite the misleading spiel, veggies, fruit, nuts and grains are all that we need,
And both flesh food and refined food linked to illness, a shorter life guaranteed.

Yes, I’ve seen the fear in their eyes, their sadness pleading, but folk indifferent,
Their blood being part of the rush folk get who’re encouraged by colour plates and print.
And hence not just dogs in Vietnam, but sheep, cows and fowls just about everywhere,
Along with pigs, deer and whatever else — and ironically, one’s pet near.

And yet, all have eyes, are living breathing creatures, or were so, or soon won’t be,
Billions dying due to some strange distinction made by humans, though not by me.
But by those who imprison, torture, slaughter and eat them, ignoring their sad eyes,
And who may well call them dumb creatures just because they can’t hear those inward cries.

So please, have a heart.

By Lance Landall

Flesh food.

5.  The Horridness Of It

All that it wants is love and affection, and so very loyal it would be,
But those murderous hands that grab it are only thinking of making money.
Hence why it’s crammed in a cage, bound with cords or tied to something, and full of fear,
No last minute rescue about to occur, for soon a cruel knife will appear.

Yes, simply bred to die, or kidnapped from life, only to be eaten instead,
No loving owner, no daily strolls, no brushes, no fusses, no cosy bed.
And near it the smell of its burning kind, it sensing ill — yes, its ghastly end;
Oh, what cold-hearted and filthy lucre seeking humans do to man’s best friend!

By Lance Landall

Animal cruelty.

6.  The Acid Test

Something that’s very revealing regarding a person’s character-cum-heart and mind,
Is how they treat those who can’t speak for themselves, though here I’m not referring to mankind,
But rather, those innocent fury and feathered creatures that inhabit this world too,
And indeed any creature that roams the land, sky or sea, one’s pet or those in a zoo.

Yes, 'cause many who have others in their charge, or creatures, do not treat them well at all,
Hence that unfairness and cruelty that abounds, those sad incidents that one can recall.
And this, all because of those who abuse their position, power and authority,
Or those who when it comes to creatures, misuse their natural superiority.

Well, such abuse says little for humanity, for shame is thereby brought on us all,
Who, rather than remaining silent, should stridently condemn such wrong, thus standing tall.
In other words, we neither stooping to inflict such wrong nor looking the other way,
But above all, we protecting those who can’t speak for themselves, lest their rights we betray.

Yes, how we treat any who are in our charge is the acid test, for such reveals much,
This clearly seen where innocent and vulnerable creatures we wrongly curse or clutch.
Oh, how they suffer, yet look at that unconditional love that faithful hounds display,
And why more goodness is oft found in creatures than many of us who see them as prey.

By Lance Landall


7.  How Ironic

We stopped on the brow of a steep hill where we spotted a seagull on the road,
It seemingly injured, so we rang for help, thus waiting until those folk showed.
And as happens, animal rescue arrives, reasonable expense outlaid,
Along with all the effort that in such cases as this one is duly made.

And I thinking, how ironic, these same folk and others touched by that bird’s plight
Tucking in to other creatures, a duck possibly, that once was in full flight.
Yes, so much care and trouble for one, and a sharpened fork and knife for others,
And by the way, some folk just like that over their fellow sisters and brothers.

By Lance Landall


8.  I Just Don't Get It

They throw a cat off a bridge into a creek and then there’s a public outcry,
It all over the news, and I thinking to myself, I don’t understand why.
Don’t folk hunt creatures for sport, eat them for food, cage them for personal pleasure,
So tell me, when it comes to cruelty to creatures, what do we use as a measure?

After all, a creature is a creature, or do we divide humans up too,
Saving this one but killing that one, and who for what, depending on ones view,
Which isn’t what love’s taught me, but that a life’s a life, and all injury wrong,
The product of selfishness, sickness and weakness, and why none to love belong,

For love is selfless, sound and strong.

By Lance Landall

Flesh food.

9.  As Close As It Gets

Imagine a body shop with human flesh on display,
And where, “I’ll have a kilo of rump,” the customers say.
A shop where certain body parts are hanging from cruel hooks,
Or laid out in trays, and titivated to attract looks.

Yes, the flesh of men and women, and little children too,
Arms and legs, hands and feet, and ribs marked, “Suitable for stew.”
And almost entire bodies, skinned and disemboweled torsos,
Human steaks, or sausages made up of tongues, ears and toes.

Sounds dreadful, I’m sure — but in a sense, such is what we see
When we pass each butcher’s shop and their grizzly artistry.
There’s that slimy blood too, soiling those empty trays (grossly),
That fingers pointed to earlier — ghoulishly, surely.

Why eat flesh when there are vegetables, fruit, nuts and grains,
Why eat some creatures entrails, livers, kidneys, even brains?
Given there’s not a lot of difference between them and us,
Isn’t it time we acted more civilized, less barbarous?

Yes, it’s one step away from cannibalism, that close.

By Lance Landall


10.  Stumped

No matter how hard I try, there's something I just can’t get my head around, given the irony,
And that is, how those who take care of creatures somehow, also chop, fry and eat them quite happily.
On the one hand saving, sheltering, taking care of them, and on the other, acting contrary,
Which every code of decency appears to violate, or at least that’s how it seems to me,

'Cause isn’t this hypocrisy, betrayal, and kind of schizophrenic — loving them, killing them

And as I understand it (if I’ve got things right), the kind of behaviour that we’re quick to condemn.
'Cause don’t we abhor those people who though loving their own, will go and kill others  cold-bloodedly,
And don’t we all wish to live in peace, free from all the warring and violence that plagues humanity?

And yet, after slaughter houses and butchers have done their worst, out comes the flesh eater’s knife and fork,
And there, in front of their darling pets, they dissect and devour their fish, chicken, duck, lamb, beef or pork.
And as they fill their mouths with some charred creature, it's “No dear!” they shout at their child tugging Fido’s ears,
Which somehow rings hollow, 'cause that creature they’re chomping, didn’t just get its ears tugged, and who shed tears?

No, I can’t figure it out, 'cause I can’t equate killing with love, one being our pet, one our food,
Or let me put it this way: How can they happily see one pampered and happily see one stewed?
All why I shake my head when I spot people chewing on some part of a creature’s anatomy,
'Cause I have arms and legs myself — and a heart, one that refuses to act so contradictorily.

By Lance Landall

Animal cruelty.

11.  Animal Cruelty, And Who's Guilty?

We wonder why many are cruel to creatures (and oft youngsters), and yet we eat creatures, don’t we,
That is, after we’ve kept them in squalid and confined conditions, treated them abominably.
Yes, after we’ve kept them permanently lactating, hacked them to pieces, displayed their parts, grossly,
Thus allowing folk to choose which organ or limb they’ll take home to roast, boil or fry, enjoyably.

Then there's vivisection, all in the so-called name of what, whereby creatures are treated shockingly,
Experimented on, tortured, and even though the evidence shouts we’re doing so pointlessly.
Yet day after day such evil's perpetuated, after having been sanctioned, unbelievably,
And then we've the cheek (do we not?) to rage about animal cruelty — now that's hypocrisy.

Such sends a terribly confused message, one that I’m sure the younger set are very quick to spot,
Yes, “Don’t you dare treat creatures like that!” — and here we are, tossing body parts into some pan or pot.
And then there are those who take their youngsters hunting, or who teach them how to hook, club and gut a fish,
And midst conversations about growing violence, that creature's organ is oozing on their dish.

I don’t know about you, but there’s something about this whole scene that seems terribly askew to me,
'Cause on the one hand we’re condemning cruelty, and on the other, happily engaged in cruelty.
And, I must say, all of it unnecessary (despite the propaganda pushed incorrectly),
And all of which just makes a mockery of our words, and why cruelty we will continue to see.

By Lance Landall

Animal cruelty.

12.  What A Fish Would Say

They say that we have no feelings, that we’re just fish, a thing,
Thus, in our direction, a nasty hook and line they swing.
When we chomp on it, they yank it hard, drag us through the sea,
While we thrash about fighting for our lives desperately.

When we’re landed, they tear that hook out, leave us lying there,
Hence we suffer further, gasping, convulsing, going nowhere.
Or they club us, and later on gut us, unfeelingly,
And they call this sport — a way to unwind, amazingly.

The bigger we are, the more excited they get, ghoulishly,
Dragging us for hours ’till we’re exhausted, at their mercy.
Then they string us up, parade us egotistically,
And they call this sport — well, we don’t, we call it misery.

Yes, don’t let them kid you that we don’t feel a thing — we do!
For we’re living creatures, we’ve nerves, even flesh and blood too.
Hence why we thrash about when hooked, jerked, dragged through the sea,
And they call this sport — well, we don’t, no, we call it cruelty.

By Lance Landall

“We now know that fish actually are cognitively more competent than we thought before—some species of fish have very sophisticated forms of cognition…In our experiments we showed that if we hurt fish, they react, and then if we give them pain relief, they change their behavior, strongly indicating that they feel pain.”
Victoria Braithwaite, author of the book, Do Fish Feel Pain?

Animal cruelty.

13.  The Sheep Truck

Sitting in our car waiting for my wife, I saw a truck go past full of sheep, a sight that disturbed me,
'Cause there the poor things were, the day hot, they crammed together for ages, and scared — yes, abject misery.
And adding to that sad picture, they unaware that they'd soon be slaughtered, though sensing ill, probably,
And all this because of us, and when there’s no need for such cruelty, such predatory barbarity.

It’s strange how we view animals differently, even though they’re living, breathing, feeling creatures too,
Thus pretty much like us, as opposed to nuts, grains, fruit and veggies — yes, it might sound silly but its true.
But despite them having a face, body, even a personality, we kill them quite happily,
Chomping on their charred body parts — they once alive, running about — which sounds so Jekyll and Hyde to me.

Yes, love some, kill some, and there the poor things were, jammed in the back of some truck, their eyes staring out at me,
And I knowing where they were heading, a few hours of their life left, and they powerless — trapped, sadly.
Yes, no last moments of affection, just a sea of motorists behaving indifferently,
Who, once back at home, and over time, would devour truck load after truck load — their stomachs a cemetery.

And what’s it all doing to people, those of us who eat these creatures, feeling no concern,  pangs of guilt,
Despite the suffering that these creatures go through, and oft right from birth until their innocent blood’s spilt.
After all, we’re not dealing with things, but creatures, creatures that we raise to kill, and tell our kids to eat,
Which all our talk about non-violence, peace, love, care, compassion and kindness, must surely defeat.

Yes, the sheep truck, a tragic sight, full of living, breathing creatures who’ve as much right to life as we,
A right that’s denied them, all because of our lust for meat, food we’re told we need — a lie, actually.
One that’s perpetrated by those who’ve a vested interest, and one that's swallowed all to readily,
Which is why those sheep trucks keep on delivering their prisoners to those death camps blighting each country,

And once there, they’re slaughtered while flushed with stress and fear, which the injurious results, flesh eaters soon bear.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 10 February 2020.

Alternative poem

14.  Beyond Belief

Behind many closed doors there’s an animal hell, where vivisectionists carry out their outrageous ill — in other words, where they coldly torture, wickedly inflict pain, where they willingly and deliberately act inhumane, where helpless innocent victims they permanently detain, where integrity and human decency they daily profane, or to put it another way, and the facts more clearly convey, where the equivalent of Nazi death camp activities reign, each vivisectionist acting like another Saddam Hussein, and all in vain.
Yes, let’s not kid ourselves, nor turn a blind eye, and ignorantly, “It’s in our best interests” cry, 'cause it’s not (that’s rot), we’ve simply been spun a lie, one that only benefits those with a vested interest, who want us to think that vivisection is for the best, and who as a consequence, though it doesn’t make any sense, all manner of horrid concoctions on animals test (and years of unhealthy energy, and shameful amounts of money, grossly invest), despite the protests of doctors of note, who hours of opposition to such devote, and evidence of its harm to humanity, and its pointless and heartless insanity, often quote.
Yes, behind many closed doors there’s an animal hell, a concentration camp, an Auschwitz, with many a miserable cell, and many a cruel Josef Mengele (their torturous equipment state-of-the-art) — yes, contemporary torturers refining their art, seared in the mind and cold in the heart, and who effectively act like a Jekyll and Hyde, who behind some so-called noble pretext hide, and who even if sincerely deluded, with forces of evil have colluded, and thereby, stand just as guilty too, 'cause no one such brutality should pursue, and surely if they’re sound, such would not do.
Oh, how those animals must suffer, so atrociously treated, and on death row, each day a hellish existence, deprived of affection and assistance, and no escape from their foe, who just turns a deaf ear to their cries, and their misery callously multiplies, injecting them with this or that, and in order to operate, pinning them flat, until after constant experimentation (another word for sadistic mutilation), they slump in their tiny cell, scared witless, shaking, chronically ill, and in the same cage that they began their life (so full of misery and strife), slowly and painfully die, and why “Foul!” every single human should cry.
Yes, vivisectionists have no good reason, no justification, no defence — it’s cruelty beyond belief, terribly sadistic, a horrific and widespread offence, and how they can do it, completely escapes me, 'cause it’s nothing more than outright perversity, something that brings shame on humanity, and why all should condemn its practice vehemently.
Do I hear your voice?

By Lance Landall


15.  Bizarre And Confused

Tell me, how can love on the one hand pet, and on the other maim, kill, talk of better ways, and yet
Create fear and thus guilt share? — because those who don’t do the killing still eat those creatures, don’t forget.
Yes, on the one hand pamper, and on the other devour, such surely rather bizarre and confused,
And we wonder why not just creatures, but humans too, are lightly regarded, tortured, killed and abused,

Because where’s the line?

And I guess this is why this world has seen more than one Hitler given that we pamper or swallow,
Spare or kill — both man and beast — thereby making all that hollering about love and peace ring hollow.
In other words, those calls for an end to violence (some even against smacking), but kill a creature?
Why not, it seems, which surely makes a mockery of that "Do not kill" coming from any preacher.

Yes, it’s clear that the slaughter of creatures hardens the heart, eating them proving so, 'cause how can we
Dine on a living creature that once lived and breathed like us, without losing some sensitivity?
Seems we’ve perfected the art of making the abnormal seem normal, the incorrect seem correct,
Which when it comes to life, is no doubt why both man and beast are given so little thought and respect.

All why we've human predators, why so many of us have had cause for anxiety and fear,
Emotions that no human at the sight of another should have reason to feel — but oh, how some scare.
Hence why most creatures fear us, and others not so, some pampered and cherished, mourned when they pass away,
And others caged, experimented on, stalked, which surely some kind of double standard must convey.

Were there no alternative food, and no access to such food, the killing of creatures could be justified,
But not where the opposite's so, given life is life, and not just there to see one’s desires satisfied.
And that's the criminality of it, 'cause taking a creature’s life for pleasure rather than need
Surely ranks amongst the most callous of acts, and only to negative consequences can lead.

Meantime, farming's the most unproductive usage of land, and the good food they’re fed, such a waste,
Let alone the medical and scientific evidence why flesh food should never be embraced.
Hence why many shun flesh, not fooled by propaganda coming from those with a vested interest,
Nor that advice coming from many who're well-meaning, who, certainly in this case, don’t know what’s best.

Well, it’s your choice,

But as for me, I’m a vegetarian, as petting and devouring doesn’t gel with me,
It akin to betrayal, and I don’t wish to align myself with a predatory act, frankly.
The truth is, we’re either looking for better ways or not, improving things or just worsening things,
And hardly pursuing a better path by eating anything that has paws, hoofs, fins, scales or wings.

By Lance Landall

Nature's food.

16.  Yum, Yum

I’m so in love with vegetables which also seem to fancy me,
'Cause together we work well repelling what acts injuriously.
But I am also in love with fruit and all those yummy nuts and grains,
'Cause once they’re inside my body, balance, harmony and good health reigns.

Oh yes please, give me such food any day, be it cooked or dished up raw,
'Cause such food is tailor-made for me given that I’m a herbivore.
And then when I have had my fill, I will toil in my garden as well,
'Cause there’s nothing like a little exercise to stimulate each cell.

By Lance Landall


17.  A Hunter's Poem

by Lemuel T. Ward

A hunter shot at a flock of geese
That flew within his reach.
Two were stopped in their rapid flight
And fell on the sandy beach.

The male bird lay at the water’s edge
And just before he died
He faintly called to his wounded mate
And she dragged herself to his side.

She bent her head and crooned to him
In a way distressed and wild
Caressing her one and only mate
As a mother would a child.

Then covering him with her broken wing
And gasping with failing breath
She laid her head against his breast
A feeble honk . . . then death.

This story is true though crudely told,
I was the man in this case.
I stood knee deep in snow and cold
And the hot tears burned my face.

I buried the birds in the sand where they lay
Wrapped in my hunting coat
And I threw my gun and belt in the bay
When I crossed in the open boat.

Hunters will call me a right poor sport
And scoff at the thing I did.
But that day something broke in my heart
And shoot again? God forbid!

Caged creatures.

18.  Sympathy

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
    When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;  
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,  
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
    When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,  
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
    Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;  
For he must fly back to his perch and cling  
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
    And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars  
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
    When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
    But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,  
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!


Say "No" To Flesh Food

We don't like to be confined or caged, yet we confine and cage creatures for the sake of our appetite.

We don't like to suffer physically or emotionally, yet we cause creatures to suffer physically and emotionally for our own gratification.

We condemn cruelty, yet we indulge in one of the cruelest practices on earth, and happily partake of its fruitage.

We condemn violence, yet we turn a blind eye to the violence involved in the production of flesh-food.

We condemn murder, yet we take the life of creatures against their will.

We condemn human predators who stalk, trap, and attack their prey, yet we've classed stalking, trapping, and attacking creatures as a sport.

We condemn cannibalism, yet we indulge in what is effectively only one step away from such given that creatures live and breathe like us, also have a body and a face, and feel emotion and pain.

We condemn evil regimes and dictators who oppress and persecute, yet we exercise a selfish and unfair control over creatures that we subject to inhumane treatment.

We despise those who attempt to profit from the misfortunes of others, yet we happily eat, drink, and wear what comes from the misfortunes of animals whose misfortunes we're responsible for.

We condemn what was perpetrated via the Nazi concentration camps, yet we act in a way that's akin to what went on in such by holding creatures prisoner under dreadful conditions; cramming them into trucks and carting them off to slaughterhouses; exterminating them en mass; tossing them into both home and commercial ovens, using their skin and bones (and so on) for whatever, and even experimenting on them. As if that's not enough, we snatch calves from their mothers a few days after they're born, and keep the mother lactating.

We condemn greed, yet we plunder creatures recklessly, and gorge on them unnecessarily and overindulgently.

We condemn coldness and indifference, yet we display such when it comes to pursuing a flesh-food diet.

We condemn hypocrisy, yet we display such by example when we raise our children to respect life yet don't show respect for it ourselves by slitting, gutting, and quartering creatures that on the one hand we pamper and on the other hand kill.  As if that's not enough, we take our children hunting; teach them how to kill too; and thereby create in them the same perverted addiction and pleasure.

We condemn the abusing of the environment, yet we turn a blind eye to the serious and widespread damage that flesh-food production does to the environment.

We condemn child abuse, yet before children are old enough to make an informed decision, we force flesh-food upon them telling them that it's good for them whilst depriving them of evidence to the contrary.  

We preach love and compassion, yet we show neither when we kill and eat creatures simply to satisfy a conditioned appetite.

We promote human rights, yet we grant no rights to those creatures we're butchering and devouring.

We like to think that we're civilized, refined, enlightened, and on a higher plane, yet we indulge in a barbaric, unintelligent, destructive, and unhealthy practice -- the dismembered evidence macabrely hanging from hooks in shop windows, filling our fridges, freezers, and also staring at us from our glossy recipe books. Is it any wonder there's animal abuse? 

We like to think that we're sophisticated, talented, creative, and discerning, yet we have taken grossness to new heights via our flesh-food culinary expertise which causes our corrupted palates to salivate in anticipation of roasted, boiled, stewed, grilled, or fried flesh-food (flesh and blood).

We know by the medical and scientific evidence that we're naturally herbivores, yet we insist on acting as if we're carnivores even though our system is not designed for flesh-food, hence the ill-health we can and do suffer from as a consequence.

We condemn double standards, yet who wants to do the killing, gutting, and quartering of creatures themselves? If all had to do it themselves, flesh food consumption would drop drastically. Along with this, we condemn those who kill and eat their pet cat or dog, yet we don't necessarily blink an eye if someone kills and eats their pet lamb. Aren't they both creatures?

Lastly, we condemn bigotry, yet we ridicule vegetarians and vegans -- who, by the way, harm no one, seek to protect all forms of life, are scientifically and medically up with the play, and whose stance could save millions who're currently starving and dying -- that is, if the world planted crops rather than creating paddocks and building slaughter houses.

So, what's our problem?

Say "No" To Killing Animals For Sport

Such is a senseless and unnecessary taking of life.

It decreases one’s sensitivity and compassion, thus hardening the heart.

It decreases respect for all living things.

It’s actually only one step away from killing humans, thus making the taking of someone’s life more possible due to the numbing of certain sensibilities.

It glorifies violence and killing.

It's participating in cruelty.

It creates a love for weaponry, lines the pockets of those who produce weaponry.

It generates pleasure from an act that should only repel.

It requires the stealth and cunning that’s associated with evil and predators.

It assaults the lives of a creature’s partner and family.

It creates further fear of humanity in the animal kingdom.

It unnecessarily risks the lives of those in the near vicinity.

It has a negative influence and is particularly damaging to young minds.

It treats creatures as if they're mere objects, things, chattels, property, accords them no rights.

Say "No" To Vivisection

Vivisection is inhumane, barbaric, immoral and unethical. 

Vivisection is the torturing of an innocent creature, the deliberate inflicting of pain and prolonging of suffering.

Because of our ability to feel pain or be frightened, and our ability to remember the past and anticipate the future, we don't subject human beings to harmful experimental practices. Therefore, the same should hold true regarding creatures who share these same psychological properties. 

Contrary to the propaganda that is fed to the public by vested interests, who have much to gain financially, animal research has not, can not, and will not, save human lives because information cannot be extrapolated from one species to another. To put it another way, human medicine cannot be based on veterinary medicine.

Because animals are different to humans, experimental results on animals frequently mislead medicine and seriously hamper medical progress.

Things tested on animals and considered as safe for humans have lead to terrible consequences — two terrible glaring examples being Thalidomide and Clioquinol. However, aside from these two worst type examples, every year millions of people are being hospitalised (and thousands are dieing) due to things that were tested on animals and considered as safe for humanity.  Therefore, not only is vivisection dangerous, and we, the real guinea pigs, but it results in the pointless and unnecessary suffering and death of millions of creatures each year.

The approving of vivisection provides fertile breeding ground for acts of gross injustice against our own kind such as those evils that were perpetrated by Nazi doctors.

Vivisection is a destructive pseudo-science.

Vivisection diverts resources from effective research, and ensures a criminal waste of money.

Vivisection perverts the characters of those involved in such cruelty.

Vivisection is the acceptance of the unacceptable under the guise of some so-called good.

(The above vivisection facts were drawn from various sources)