Post by mcgonagallrocks on Jun 18, 2006 22:57:04 GMT -5
Just so you know this has NOTHING to do with HP at all but I'm a mission to get the word out. Ever since I found out that the law leaglizing horse slaughter in IL I've been depressed. It's just plain wrong and crule. I read a poem called "The Last Breath" and was litterly in tears by the end. Here it is...
The Last Breath
My owner loved me right to death,
He said he would until my last breath,
So why am I driven far away?
Did I do something wrong? Why can’t I stay,
The truck is crowded with many of me,
They don’t look too happy, I thought we were free?
I can smell the stench of fatality,
The men say, “But hey, this is reality,”
What are they doing, where are we going?
Will there be trees and winds a blowing?
The horses ears are back in fright,
They try to escape, a horrid sight,
Their hoofs get caught inside the wall,
Their legs break off, their blood will fall,
Please Oh what is going on?
Will I reach another dawn?
The truck drives up with many dead,
Where they await,
To be shocked in the head,
HELP! HELP! Doesn’t anybody care,
I thought somebody loved me, they would shoo away the scare!
AHHH…they shocked me,
I can’t move or even see,
The men stare cruelly into my eyes,
“It won’t hurt,”
These are all lies,
A rope pulls me upside down,
In these chains I am bound,
Why do they do this, what have I done wrong?
Why can’t I live, any long?
My last breath,
Before my death,
I remember the good times in the pasture,
This all happened, no more then last year,
She said she loved me, no matter how old,
I can never believe what I was told,
“You’ll soon be free, there is no pain,”
They don’t know it, they can’t feel it, they’re insane,
Want me for food?
Will I taste good?
I hope you choke on my meat,
And feel the pain of my last heart beat,
Why do they eat us, why not themselves?
I bet you they know that we’re going through hell,
So next time you eat us or kill us, look at the skies,
Our families are lost, because of the lies,
Can’t you see them or feel their cries?
How does it feel to be lost from your dears,
Does it bring memories does it bring tears?
The life of a horse, is worthwhile the life,
To finish it up oh why is there strife?
Don’t let it happen, and I’ll tell you how,
Sign a petition and help us NOW!
I found www.justsaywhoa.org/ a long time ago. Most people have micocemptions about about horse slaugter and so did I. It's not just mustanges that don't deserve to die in the first place but it's people friends. Everyone thinks they die humanly guess what they don't it's horriable. I read an artical that my boy friend had found on that site. When they'll get a pergnant mare after they kill her they take the baby most of the time ALIVE and throw it in the trash. The people if you can call them that who do this are heartless plain and smiple. Tell me how you could have a heart and do something like that to a baby. I hope you guys will back me up on this one. If we do enough we can get this to stop not only in the US but all over the world. It's just not right.
Below is an excerpt from "The Texas Massacres - Horse Slaughter In America" By Laura A. Moretti
In a sworn statement before Cook County, State of Illinois, a former employee [name withheld] of Cavel International, a horse slaughtering plant, testified the following:
In July 1991, they were unloading one of the double-decker trucks. A horse got his leg caught in the side of the truck so the driver pulled the rig up and the horse's leg popped off. The horse was still living, and it was shaking. [Another employee] popped it on the head and we hung it up and split it open. .... Sometimes we would kill near 390, 370 a day. Each double-decker might have up to 100 on it. We would pull off the dead ones with chains. Ones that were down on the truck, we would drag them off with chains and maybe put them in a pen or we might drag them with an automatic chain to the knockbox. Sometimes we would use an electric shocker to try to make them stand. To get them into the knockbox, you have to shock them ... sometimes run them up the [anus] with the shocker. ... When we killed a pregnant mare, we would take the guts out and I would take the bag out and open it and cut the cord and put it in the trash and sometimes the baby would still be living, and its heart would be beating, but we would put it in the trashcan.
The Last Breath
My owner loved me right to death,
He said he would until my last breath,
So why am I driven far away?
Did I do something wrong? Why can’t I stay,
The truck is crowded with many of me,
They don’t look too happy, I thought we were free?
I can smell the stench of fatality,
The men say, “But hey, this is reality,”
What are they doing, where are we going?
Will there be trees and winds a blowing?
The horses ears are back in fright,
They try to escape, a horrid sight,
Their hoofs get caught inside the wall,
Their legs break off, their blood will fall,
Please Oh what is going on?
Will I reach another dawn?
The truck drives up with many dead,
Where they await,
To be shocked in the head,
HELP! HELP! Doesn’t anybody care,
I thought somebody loved me, they would shoo away the scare!
AHHH…they shocked me,
I can’t move or even see,
The men stare cruelly into my eyes,
“It won’t hurt,”
These are all lies,
A rope pulls me upside down,
In these chains I am bound,
Why do they do this, what have I done wrong?
Why can’t I live, any long?
My last breath,
Before my death,
I remember the good times in the pasture,
This all happened, no more then last year,
She said she loved me, no matter how old,
I can never believe what I was told,
“You’ll soon be free, there is no pain,”
They don’t know it, they can’t feel it, they’re insane,
Want me for food?
Will I taste good?
I hope you choke on my meat,
And feel the pain of my last heart beat,
Why do they eat us, why not themselves?
I bet you they know that we’re going through hell,
So next time you eat us or kill us, look at the skies,
Our families are lost, because of the lies,
Can’t you see them or feel their cries?
How does it feel to be lost from your dears,
Does it bring memories does it bring tears?
The life of a horse, is worthwhile the life,
To finish it up oh why is there strife?
Don’t let it happen, and I’ll tell you how,
Sign a petition and help us NOW!
I found www.justsaywhoa.org/ a long time ago. Most people have micocemptions about about horse slaugter and so did I. It's not just mustanges that don't deserve to die in the first place but it's people friends. Everyone thinks they die humanly guess what they don't it's horriable. I read an artical that my boy friend had found on that site. When they'll get a pergnant mare after they kill her they take the baby most of the time ALIVE and throw it in the trash. The people if you can call them that who do this are heartless plain and smiple. Tell me how you could have a heart and do something like that to a baby. I hope you guys will back me up on this one. If we do enough we can get this to stop not only in the US but all over the world. It's just not right.
Below is an excerpt from "The Texas Massacres - Horse Slaughter In America" By Laura A. Moretti
In a sworn statement before Cook County, State of Illinois, a former employee [name withheld] of Cavel International, a horse slaughtering plant, testified the following:
In July 1991, they were unloading one of the double-decker trucks. A horse got his leg caught in the side of the truck so the driver pulled the rig up and the horse's leg popped off. The horse was still living, and it was shaking. [Another employee] popped it on the head and we hung it up and split it open. .... Sometimes we would kill near 390, 370 a day. Each double-decker might have up to 100 on it. We would pull off the dead ones with chains. Ones that were down on the truck, we would drag them off with chains and maybe put them in a pen or we might drag them with an automatic chain to the knockbox. Sometimes we would use an electric shocker to try to make them stand. To get them into the knockbox, you have to shock them ... sometimes run them up the [anus] with the shocker. ... When we killed a pregnant mare, we would take the guts out and I would take the bag out and open it and cut the cord and put it in the trash and sometimes the baby would still be living, and its heart would be beating, but we would put it in the trashcan.
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