So innocent, meant no harm, wrong nor sin.

Velvet like, their auburn coloured coat

Hurtfully ripped from bone to flesh and skin

To cages dragged by nothing but their throat.

No harm was meant, but once done left for good

Their warmth, their pride, your auburn coloured coat

For a pleasant look so misunderstood

Woven fabric as alternative vote.

stabbed, slaughtered, wasted, devoured like pests

murdered for value, money and profit

Looks are deceiving, our eyes show their deaths

Just for a compliment for your closet

- And while they take from me what is not theirs,

I shout “why me?” but no one even cares.