The heart of the New Forest
Beats with the animals that roam
That have a life of their own
Not existing just for us...
Imprisoned in a cage
And chemically Force - Fed
In the name of research
It is said
Then dissected into body parts
For toxic charts
Or a food trade
An entertainment parade
Or farmed for their fur
For the catwalk made
Rabbit - mink - cat or suede
And for fashion s most sickening appeal
Mother seals helplessly squeal
As their cubs writhe
In pain - skinned alive
We so often treat the earth as if it belongs to us alone
As if it is for us to own
To rape
To modify
To murder
With suburbia
Uprooting animals from their homes
In order to make our own
In which we sit and watch
On our energy-hungry flat-screen panels
Obscure channels
Haunted with the ghostly reels
Of animals past
Their extinct souls
On rolls
Of archive
No longer alive
A dead cast
