Ray Cohn
Ray Cohn

These abuses are simply outrageous. Since I have areday commented on my wall, I'll let them speak for me. I simply want these abuses stopped. End of story. Ray A. Cohn

Elizabeth Evans
Elizabeth Evans

Having witnessed the loading of animals at Fremantle, Western Australia...I can attest how cruel the treatment is.

Alecia Robbins
Alecia Robbins

where's the RSPCA for these animals? They are ment to stop this type of thing not turn a blind eye because it's a commercial enterprise!

Shakahaar Parishad Bhopal

it is a heinous crime. animal protection is must

Thierry Yves Dupont
Thierry Yves Dupont

Stop Tragedies grrr.

Seppo Koivula
Seppo Koivula

Live export needs to stop!

Melanie Shand
Melanie Shand

This is a tragedy and a travesty. Decent human beings should not allow this barbaric and needless horror to continue.

Dave Sewell
Dave Sewell

I am the voice of the voiceless:
Through me, the dumb shall speak;.
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear.
The cry of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage, and from kennel,
From jungle and stall, the wail.
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin.
Of the mighty against the frail.

I am a ray from the centre;.
And I will feed God's spark,
Till a great light glows in the night and shows.
The dark deeds done in the dark.
And full on the thoughtless sleeper.
Shall flash its...

I am the voice of the voiceless:
Through me, the dumb shall speak;.
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear.
The cry of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage, and from kennel,
From jungle and stall, the wail.
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin.
Of the mighty against the frail.

I am a ray from the centre;.
And I will feed God's spark,
Till a great light glows in the night and shows.
The dark deeds done in the dark.
And full on the thoughtless sleeper.
Shall flash its glaring flame,
Till he wakens to see what crimes may be.
Cloaked under an honoured name.

The same force formed the sparrow.
That fashioned Man, the King;.
The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul.
To each furred and feathered thing.
And I am my brother's keeper,
And I will fight his fight,
And speak the word for beast and bird,
Till the world shall set things right.

Let no voice cavil at Science -
The strong torch-bearer of God;.
For brave are his deeds, though dying creeds,
Must fall where his feet have trod.
But he who would trample kindness.
And mercy into the dust -
He has missed the trail and his quest will fail:
He is not the guide to trust.

For love is the true religion,
And love is the law sublime;.
And all that is wrought, where love is not,
Will die at the touch of time.
And Science, the great revealer,
Must flame his torch at the Source;.
And keep it bright, with that holy light.
Or his feet shall fail on the course.

Oh, never a brute in the forest,
And never a snake in the fen,
Or ravening bird, starvation stirred,
Has hunted its prey like men.
For hunger, and fear, and passion.
Alone drive beasts to slay,
But wonderful man, the crown of the plan,
Tortures, and kills, for play.

He goes well fed from his table;.
He kisses his child and wife;.
Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood,
Or robs a deer of its life.
He aims at a speck in the azure;.
Winged love, that has flown at a call;.
It reels down to die, and he lets it lie;.
His pleasure was seeing it fall.

And one there was, weary of laurels,
Of burdens and troubles of State;.
So the jungle he sought, with the beautiful thought.
Of shooting a she lion's mate.
And one came down from the pulpit,
In the pride of a duty done,
And his cloth sufficed, as his emblem of Christ,
While murder smoked out of his gun.

One strays from the haunts of fashion.
With an indolent, unused brain;.
But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start.
In the purpose of giving pain.
And the fluttering flock of pigeons,
As they rise on eager wings,
From prison to death, bring a catch in his breath:
Oh the rapture of killing things!

Now, this is the race as we find it,
Where love, in the creed, spells hate;.
And where bird and beast meet a foe in the priest.
And in rulers of fashion and State.
But up to the Kingdom of Thinkers.
Has risen the cry of our kin;.
And the weapons of thought are burnished and brought.
To clash with the bludgeons of sin.

For Christ, of a million churches,
Come near to the earth again;.
Be more than a Name; be a living Flame;.
"Make Good" in the hearts of men.
Shine full on the path of Science,
And show it the heights above,
Where vast truths lie for the searching eye.
That shall follow the torch of love.

Catherine Lefèvre
Catherine Lefèvre

All this makes me sick!

Alison Banks
Alison Banks

STOP LIVE EXPORT NOW! IT IS ANIMAL ABUSE, THEY SUFFER ONLY TO DIE A HORRID DEATH IN OTHER COUNTRIES AND MANY NEEDLESSLY SUFFER AND DIE ON THE WAY... THIS IS SO WRONG!

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