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INNOCENT by Kara D. Spain

As a woman, I feel the pain and empathize with every mother no matter the species...

...when her child is torn from her. In factory farming and the dairy industry, mother cows endure the torture of having their babies taken from them, over and over again. How can any woman who is a mother herself not empathize with their plight? 

I wrote this poem to shed light on this evil practice, and to hopefully encourage you to please, learn more about the meat and dairy industry. Together, we can love and protect all females, no matter their species, instead of sending them off to slaughter. 



Innocent
by Kara D. Spain

Forced, against her will,
pregnancy was not her choice,
yet she loved her babe, with a heavenly force.
Upon giving birth, he was stolen away-
never even given the chance to nurse that day
She ran behind him, with panic and fear,
knowing his end, could be near.
Now, what to do with all this milk?
Sold for profit; lies told to the people at the market
Her baby boy, never will she see
Now, her inner light, diminished in sadness and grief


(To learn more about the individual and global benefits 
of adopting the ethical, environmentally conscious diet of a vegan, click here)  



Kara D. Spain is a published poet, often shining light on social injustice and the plight of all living creatures. She’s a wife, animal lover, vegan, and advocate for peace. You can read her works at  Lyrical Discovery









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