Once, long ago, the peoples of the Earth worshiped the animals. They perceived them to be magical creatures, supernatural beings, full of light, and Mystery. Their beauty was a source of inspiration and the people sought to emulate animals…
River of ice
River of sky,
River awakening
Swollen with meltwater
Blind stirrings in your weed-green belly.
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Focusing on how vegans can improve the conditions of animals by simply appearing more approachable to non-vegans is not the best use of our time when it comes to solving such a controversial issue with so many devastating consequences.
Once
There were rivers of birds
Flowing, swirling,
Connecting light and beauty
Between Earth and Sky.
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Questions about the way the fur trade affects Native peoples potentially place the animal rights movement in the awkward position of trying to help one oppressed class at the expense of another. In December 1988, The Animals’ Agenda hosted a roundtable discussion where both sides could meet face-to-face to explore their differences.
“The fact that within China there has been a sustained reaction from animal welfare groups to this news gives us hope – even amongst the concern that this legislation generates.”
This month, China’s National People’s Congress is soliciting public comments on a draft revision of the Wildlife Protection Law. Ironically, the law, supposedly designed to protect wildlife species, has witnessed the enormous rise of a wildlife exploitation industry unlike anything in China’s past.
When the birds are gone
Will we care?
Will we sit outside
And mourn the quiet?
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“The only way to save our wild birds for future generations to enjoy is to cancel all collecting permits and close the wildlife markets throughout Indonesia – now. If this is not done immediately we risk seeing many birds and animals becoming locally extinct. Can you imagine a forest and sky with no wildlife – because this is a reality facing us all unless our government takes immediate action.”
…the ocean was angry like they had never seen and Razman went under a few times, only to pop right back out, get his head high enough to obtain or correct his bearings, and persevere towards the stricken young buffalo.
Just me hunting for shots with my camera while the whole family walked ahead of me. I paused for every movement made by the macaques.
Wild horses.
Flowing manes
Exuberant screaming
Thundering over the plains
In an ecstasy of freedom…