Once upon a time there was a shrew not a mouse, it lived in the garden never the house
It spent all it's days scurrying for food, supplying for it's family, doing what it should. As tough as life gets it's learned how to thrive, giving and sharing ducking and dive, but then one day out of the blue the fat cats came calling wanting their due, the shrew worked harder than ever before to make ends meet without all the gore, but tired and bruised from all it's hard work the graff got to hard and started to hurt, now being a fat cat with a heart made of stone it fell on deaf ears so it had to work more, then came the day that could of been stopped where shrew had no more and fell to the floor, and just like thousands like it before, it's fed to the cats till their bellies are full then forgotten about in a world of cruel and with the click of their fingers it's kids takes it's place in the ever growing circle of killing a race, so as you read this thinking "what the hell" take a step back, does this ring a bell? #beaslug
I hope this make sense to you.
Thanks for reading..
ANNA