We need animals.
But what do we do? We kill them for money or we commit acts of extreme cruelty because we can - we are human and powerful. It is fun and it gives us a warped delight.
Animals suffer to our pleasure. As in sport.
Cruelty is the most despicable act but laws are soft and perpetrators get away with a smile. It happens every dark day.
Commercial practices are highly questionable, all to the benefit of the person who needs to turn a gold coin. Domestic acts are unbelievable, behind closed doors, in a quiet suburban street. When the novelty wears thin, the starvation begins, the kicking begins.
It is the way we are - a kind of Third Reich. Trample the meek for they cannot fight back.
It makes us feel good. It reaffirms our supremacy as a human race.
We have the power in our hands and the awful machines that inflict agony.
We could change quite easily but that will never happen all the while our friends rely on us absolutely for their very lives!
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