Coat with fur

Hat with feathers,

Lobster broiled alive,

Shoes and bags in sundry leathers

Of animals who've died.

Hunted, trapped, and torn apart

For me to satisfy

And, who am?

And what my rank?

That I may live

And they must die?

-This poem seemed kind of lame at first, but then I read it again, and it made me think about how if we, the dominate species, won't stand up for the right's of non-humans, then who will?