A CRY IN THE DARK

Not born to run through fields of gold, Tiny bodies with faults untold
Here to breed and puppies sold. Sold for profit from sordid fold
No room to turn inside this crate, My amber eyes are blind to light,
Wasted body, only here to mate. my matted coat in dreadful plight.
No arms to hold my weakened head. No kind hand to caress my head, A desolate barn, a permanent bed.
my babes are taken, too soon instead. Never to run through woods of umber,
No warm breeze upon my face, puppies sired with countless number.
Help me leave this cursed place. My cry in the dark will not shield me from harm,
So turn and abhor the puppy farm

Very moving - if only it could be spread everywhere!

so nice, so sad, so true.

Reduced me to tears.  Very moving. 

are we aloud to share this ?

help yourself

thank you, its so sad but whats even sadder is its true :(

Have posted to my FB page thanks
Aileen

My heart bleeds.....knowing that it actually happens is devastating.....