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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

Welcome to Our World...

From our laboratory cages,
we hear the explosions and smell
the huge clouds of smoke and debris fast approaching.
Cover your faces, quick, people!
Strange substances in the eyes are incredibly painful
and can leave you blind.

From the slaughterhouse,
we hear you screaming in terror
as you watch others all around you dying
and knowing that you are next.

From endless rows of battery cages,
we cry for those of you who remain alive inside the inferno;
crushed together, unable to move,
wondering if you will ever taste freedom again.

From cold metal gestation crates,
we mourn for your young ones
who must grow up without their mothers' love,
and for the mothers whose babies have been
ripped away from them forever
before they could even say goodbye.

From your radios and televisions,
we hear you sharing your shock and grief and disbelief.
We hear angry voices, promising to avenge this evil and
make certain that it never happens again.

From every factory farm, slaughterhouse,
research lab and circus cage,
we hear your cries,
as you experience what, for us, is everyday life.

Will you ever hear ours?

On behalf of the billions of non-human victims for whom every day is September 11th.

Fran Hutcherson ([email protected])