An open letter to animal abusers

Sadistic animal abusers,
(I could not come up to writing dear as it kills me inside),

I employed heaven and earth to understand the logic behind those gruesome, horrible videos being posted online few weeks ago of people throwing a dog from high rise and 3 teens burning pups, but I could not come up with any sane excuse for those barbaric acts.

God knows what went wrong in your childhood that you derive vicarious pleasure by killing innocent animals(read pups). Let me introduce you to the reality, IT DOESNT MAKE YOU ANY POPULAR OR MACHO. I consider rapists to be the excreta of society and today I brand you with the same tag. 

May be by hurting those innocent, helpless animals you are proving the size of your dick, but it just shows how scared you are of your own kind that you hurt the lesser. You cant defend yourself in society (What happened?? abusive dad, bullied in school, sexually abused by a relative?) hence you take it out on animals. But let me tell you nothing, absolutely nothing gives you the right to hurt those innocent angels coz they didnt do any wrong.

If it were up to me, I would hang people like you by your balls, in middle of the chowk only to be killed by stones from animal lovers. Your rightful place is in mental asylum. If you had an iota of courage you would have faced your demons instead of killing those babies(yes morons, pups are babies)

You pray to god that you never face me or people like me coz you would regret your whole existence. Next time you even think of hurting a hair on an animal , picture yourself hanging by you know what.

Animal-Lover

We come with knives

we come with knives
me and you,
to know each other a little more
beneath the wood painted flesh
exposing the bloody sinews
peeling a layer at a time
loving and scarring

the stare whips me and the soul
until the knife hits the concrete
the same we breathe in this city
the disguises are getting thin
excuses being torn away from the skin

we come with knives
me and you
to caress the iridescent dreams
and to pluck the memories
those sepia toned threads
knotted into my heart
like a serpent on a twine

raindrops like needles searing
melting the knives we came with
melting the wood paint from our flesh
brand your name on the concrete
of my heart

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