The lighted
window shows the room
so warm and
softly glowing,
The tree so
tall with twinkling lights
And all the
presents showing.
While just
outside a starving cat
Stands
shivering in the cold,
And down
the street a stray dog limps,
So tired
and sick and old.
The baby
monkey in the lab
Lets out a
cry of fear.
The thing
he thought was mother
Shot out
quills when he drew near.
The car
speeds by, the puppy cries
And drags
her broken leg.
The beaver
in the leghold trap
Lifts
pain-filled eyes that beg.
How can we
speak of peace on earth
And know
these things are so,
And say
they don't concern us
And we
ought to let them go?
How can we
think we have the right
To torture
needlessly,
When all
the time we know so well
It
shouldn't have to be.
Come join
with us at Christmas time
And pledge
ourselves anew.
They need
our help so badly,
There's so
much that we can do.
Don't turn
your back upon their pain
Because
it's hard to see.
They have
no other place to turn,
They've
only you and me.
(Guila
Manchester)
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