Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Stop Eating Us!

I would like you to imagine that all the creatures on this earth
Had gathered at a meeting and were protesting for all they’re worth.
And that with their banners held high, were hollering their discontent,
Which I duly recorded, and here — with much sympathy — present.


“It’s high time that humans were put on trial for crimes against our kind,
For they've a history of butchery and callousness, I remind.
The proof? Just look at their shop shelves, in their fridges and freezers too,
For they’re bulging with body parts that they boil, roast and barbeque.”

“Yes, that’s your brothers and sisters, and your mums and dads, don’t forget,
With the exception of course of those ones that they take as their pet,
For on the one hand they pamper and take us to a pet boutique,
And on the other, they slaughter us, and then gorge on us all week.”

“They also fatten us with food that many of their own kind need,
And then when we are looking healthy, they slay us — betrayal indeed!
What gets to us is, they have their own food — veggies, grains, nuts and fruit,
So why polish us off? After all, they do have a substitute.”

“But oh no — it’s us that they want, for they’ve a taste for flesh and blood,
Hence why we're destined for a bullet, and a quick violent club.
Or death by whatever other means they very cruelly enlist,
Like a nasty slash across the throat, or a sudden wrenching twist.”

“And then they talk about love with our bodies sitting on their plate,
And groan over all the violence — yet, over us salivate.
They deplore wanton killing, and yet, stab us with their knife and fork,
And the very next day, with a loaded gun, more poor creatures stalk.”

“Yes, they cut us into pieces, treating us as if we’re just meat,
When we're living creatures also, and not food for humans to eat.
They’ve perverted their taste buds, and have justified killing as well,
All in order to devour us — when with them too — we’re meant to dwell.”

By Lance Landall

2.  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.

3.  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

This poem was upgraded 26 February 2020.

4.  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? — hardly needing 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

5.  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

6.  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

This poem was upgraded 11 February 2020.

7.  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 — “No dear!” — they shout at their child who's 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

This poem was upgraded 12 February 2020.

8.  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

9.  Help! Save The Whales!

There’s little we can do, for we’re defenceless against man — his weaponry,
So he savagely plunders our pods, tears us apart from our family.
Thus the depths that we roam become bloodied, haunted, and echo with our cries,
And why extermination looms closer as senseless man such justifies.

We’re dragged aboard their killing machines that wait like a vulture on the sea,
Yes, hellish factory ships that hunt us down and then slay us ruthlessly.
Though we’ve a right to life and freedom, and to roam ’neath the oceans they ply,
They refuse to show us mercy, become our enemy, not our ally.

By Lance Landall

10.  Yes, It's Time

It’s time that every thinking man and woman shunned the callous act of eating flesh, and all the reasons why,
For what reasons could possibly be valid, and what sound person such barbarity would want to justify?
And to think that such cruelty is carried out when there is other food available and far more healthy,
Which surely speaks of some kind of criminality, for a creature’s a creature and thus deserves mercy.

Oh, how folk love those things that harm them, and flesh food certainly does, for inside us such wasn’t meant to be,
It riddled with the unseen, and therefore is far from clean, regardless of its type or pampered history.
And we, clearly herbivores by intention, and why I’ve sought to mention, that eating flesh is plain folly,
And why those who’re eating such are dropping like flies or are suffering from some undiagnosed misery.

By Lance Landall

11.  A Two-Faced Approach

 Take some animals and call them pets, and people love them to bits, even pine over their sad departure,
But take some animals and call them livestock, and people happily eat them, think nothing of their slaughter.
Yes, though pets and livestock are one and the same — in other words, living creatures — they’re viewed quite differently,
Somewhat like only valuing certain humans — the others dispensable, though part of humanity.

Well, such thinking and behaviour isn’t for me, for there’s something about this scene that refuses to gel,
And rather, hollers hypocrisy and inconsistency, and lays the foundation for many an ill.
For choosing to eat one and kill another, has a terribly schizophrenic ring, (no slur intended),
And why in my mind, such a seemingly two-faced approach to the animal kingdom should now be ended.

By Lance Landall

12.  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

13.  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, for 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

14.  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

You may also wish to read these other poems of mine that cover much the same territory. To find them, follow the colour code throughout the secular poem list; and don't forget the poems that are just below these titles, they both being about vivisection.

"Something Just Doesn't Gel"
"What's Good For The Goose..." 
"Appealing To Logic"
"As Close As It Gets"
"Toxic Adrenaline"
"It's Weaning Time"
"A Sad Tradition"
"Poles Apart"
"Heartless Confinement"
"Wrong Is Wrong, Period"

15.  Meat? No Thanks

I’m a vegetarian because I believe that being so is wise,
Given that meat consumption (over the years) has seen ill health rise.
And therefore, I thought that via this poem I would mention a few facts
That partly led to my decision, and that my decision backs.

To begin:

The dental structures of humanity possess certain features
That convey beyond a doubt that we are herbivorous creatures.
We’re unlike the carnivore who seeks out and then attacks their prey,
Tearing their victim to pieces with those sharp fangs that they display.

Human intestines are very long, thus giving time to extract
All those nutrients found in plant foods (which our hungry enzymes attack).
A carnivore's intestines are short, allowing quick expulsion
Of decomposing, putrefying flesh; which fills one with revulsion.

Flesh-eating animals far more hydrochloric acid secrete,
Which readily breaks down flesh, which is the regular food they eat.
Such acid we secrete far less
therefore, taking longer to digest
This flesh food never meant for us, and via which, trouble we ingest.

Any animal that is killed while it’s in a state of fear,
Will flood its system with adrenalin, which the meat-eater will share.
This strong stimulating agent, a person's blood pressure can raise,
And when our blood pressure's raised, such invariably with our health plays.

When one eats an animal, they’re also eating its urine too,
Which is trapped in the creature's kidneys, for kidneys such passes through.
You see, when an animal is killed, their waste is halted in its track,
Which, via the likes of kidney pies, one’s body will badly attack.

By the way, it isn't just those kidneys that harbour toxic waste,
For each animal’s body with urea is generously laced.
Urea, my dear friend, is the halfway stage from waste becoming urine;
A very toxic energy waste I wouldn’t want added to mine.

Meat owes much of its flavour to this toxic waste that's produced
By muscles that (when activated) cause such waste to take up roost.
Thus, urea, uric acid, and urine are poisons to avoid,
Otherwise, given time, friend, you will see your health being destroyed.

In the liver or the fatty tissue of those creatures that folk eat,
Are many harmful elements, far too many to here repeat.
Therefore, meat-eaters eat in minutes what’s collected over years,
Which is why (sooner or later) ill-health painfully appears.

So many diseases are transmitted from animal to man,
Which a lack of care and hygiene can epidemically fan.
BSE (also known as mad cow disease) and the swine and bird flu
Are warnings that all should be heeding lest worse scenarios brew.

Animals and animal products are clearly making folk sick,
Hence why a non-flesh (and vegan) diet is a better one to pick.
Why invite high blood pressure, arthritis, and atherosclerosis,
Or gallstones, heart disease, cancer or osteoporosis?

Yes, I’m a vegetarian, and have been so for many years,
Despite receiving some opposition, some pressure, or some jeers.
For I have seen so many people whose great love for meat has led
To many years of misery and their last days spent in a bed.

By Lance Landall

You might like to read my page "Why I'm A Vegetarian" where the dangers of a flesh
diet are covered.

16.  Addicted?

I can’t help feeling that many are addicted to meat,
Hence why this injurious food they’re continuing to eat.
And why they’re sometimes hostile to those who’re saying, “Refrain,”
Embracing instead the meat industry’s misleading campaign.

The proof? When forced to go without their meat, they find it hard,
Like smokers who cigarettes and smoking try to discard.
They still hanker for their meat, and over its loss complain,
Which, in my eyes, reveals how hard they find it to refrain.

You see, they’ve acquired a taste for meat, which has taken hold,
A habit, perhaps addiction, unwilling to be controlled.
One that attempts to justify a need for meat
a lie,
'Cause meat isn’t needed
plus, it kisses good health goodbye.

Yes, old habits die hard, but as they say, “No pain, no gain,”
’Though in this case, breaking such a habit, frees one from pain,
For there’s evidence that shouts that flesh food isn’t healthy,
And that it’s flesh food’s worst properties that make it tasty.

Well, tasty to some, that is — who seem held within its grip,
And who via their strong resistance an addiction let slip.
Well, so it seems, for if it weren’t so, they’d hardly act as they do,
But rather, weigh the evidence, and then what’s best pursue.

By Lance Landall

17.  Love Them, Eat Them?

Please don’t tell me you love creatures if you eat them, 'cause surely those who truly love creatures wouldn’t,
Let alone the fact that if you've absolutely no reason to, one could therefore say you shouldn’t.
And no, we don’t need meat in our diet, such simply a perpetuated myth, an advertising ploy,
'Cause not only has it been proven that we don’t need meat, but that one’s very health meat will destroy.

And likewise, please don’t speak of your love for humanity if you’re prepared to take somebody’s life,
Or, for that matter (when it comes down to your fellowman), indulge in violence, abuse or strife.
'Cause just like saying you love creatures, yet eat them, such surely amounts to an untruth, hypocrisy,
Not that I’m implying intentional wrong on your part, but that one can’t escape the irony.

And the reason why is, because you’re saying one thing and doing another, something that won't gel,
'Cause such behaviour's quite the opposite to what you’re saying, and is sure to shout that all’s not well.
What we say is either correct or it’s not, and if it’s not, then we have actually misled,
And this, knowingly or not, but what must kids think if they’re told to love creatures and yet such are fed?

Such is somewhat like trying to legitimise stealing from the rich to give to the poor, which we can’t,
'Cause stealing's wrong full stop, and why saying we’re not thieves whilst stealing will clearly show that honest we aren’t.
Hence that hole in the “I love creatures" statement when such is accompanied by the eating of them,
And an even bigger hole appears when at the same time, untruths and hypocrisy such condemn.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 11 February 2020.

18.  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

19.  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

20.  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 out best interests” cry, for 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, for 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, for 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

"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