On track . . .

The Pain Train stopped at my house.

It's not welcome anymore.

We don't eat rotting corpses,

Eggs or dairy that's for sure.

We don't buy tested products,

Not where animals are used

And we don't wear any clothing

Where our friends have been abused.

The Pain Train stopped at my house.

It's not stopped here for a while.

Now we help the animals

And wake up with a smile!

Benjamin Zephaniah

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