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"Stock" Tip of the Millenia
The American Bloodsport
Animal Rights
Antilullaby
The Apple Tree and the Oak Tree
Battery Hens
Bereaved Knife
Cattle Country
Companion Animal
Dancing Bears of India
Death By Night
Dogs Go To Heaven
The Earth So Slender
Farmer Boy
February
Fight We Shall
For The Animals
For the animals.....
Foundations
The Fox
Fox Sick
Gold Fish at a Frat Party
The Greatest Gift
Harp Seal Eyes
Here
How Can We Do It?
How in 2050
The Hunter's Trophy Bawl
I Saw a Possum Die Last Night
Jamaican Cows
Let's Not Forget
Listen to Chief Seattle
Little Red Riding Hood
Look Around
Mad Human Disease
Me Means Alone
A Memoir of My Mother
My God Says
My Story
The New Martyrs
Of Mice and Old Men
Osteoporosis
Paint Her Divine
Pig Crates
A Place for the Animals
Puppy
Puppy Love
Quiet as a Mouse
The Racist
Recipe For Servitude In The Circus
Sabine
Sabine: Five Years Later
The Silent Ark
Superiority
Thanksgiving Wish
They Must Pay
The Tiger
Tom Turkey
Two Unruly Children
The Veal Calf
Veal, Your Meal
The Voiceless
Welcome to Our World...
Where Have They Gone?
Where Is It?
Where's Her Baby?
Why?
You Just Don't Care

The Tiger

They hunt us for our bodies.
They hunt us for our bones.
They hunt us for our heads.
To put in their stately homes.

They lock us up in cages.
It should be against the law.
And if my anger rages.
I would be sent to heavens door.

They train us for the circus.
To jump through hoops of fire.
I dream about my Indian home.
That is all that I desire.

I long to roam the forest.
With a river running through.
Somewhere I can run and swim.
And meet a friend or two.

I hear the rattle of the keys.
The keeper comes once more.
To take me where I will perform.
On the sawdust of the circus floor.

Think, next time you visit a circus.
And you're sitting in a crowd.
Is this something to encourage.
Is this something that makes you proud?

Maureen Flynn-Smith (ching.cass@bigpond.com)