Abuse Poem

Now i have established my piece will be around the abuse dogs suffer i created a poem with the knowledge i have researched, with this being the script for my FMP piece i would need it to have a powerful meaning which will shock and horrify but also enlighten the intended audience to the abuse animals suffer!

I also contacted a professional voiceover and explained what my poem was based around. With my surprise they gracefully offered to voice it free of charge since it is a subject they hold dear themselves!

I believe the poem i created delivers a shock factor and expresses the deep research in to this subject.

I like to place my love in people; My trust is easily earned But please, Don’t take it for granted As it’s a bond that’s easily burned. They say I am man’s best friend I’ll have to sadly disagree, What type of friend chains me up… And then abandons me. I’m pacing around, Scared and confused. Why chain me up, Feeling cold and abused? Just bring me inside, Let me lye by your feet. Even after all this wrong, It’s still you I want to greet. I like journeys in the car I don’t mind the back seat, As long as you don’t leave me To painfully overheat. I hear the door opening And hesitantly wait to see, If I’m greeted by my loving owner Or the monster who’s violent to me I like to play and prance around You’ve got to understand, But one paw out of line And I’m shown the back of your hand. You grabbed me by the tail While I struggled to break free. All I could think was: “Please don’t do this to me!” My bed is a cage Which consists of one thing, A muzzle for me, So I cannot complain. Lucky few have a decent home Many of us are left alone. The pet you see before you, a time ago stood tall Now I’m very lucky to even stand at all Now you know my situation See it from my view. I just can’t stand the pain again Neglected, battered and bruised What’s next for me? Animal experiments were suggested, More pain, ending in death Just for cosmetic testing As an abused animal I scare quite easily But there is one thing which undoubtedly petrifies me. With the eerie sound of chopping steel My heart begins to race and it all becomes real Decapitated and hung up on show This is how I die, Then eaten during a festival.