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> JUST ONE DAY

> By Guila Manchester

>

> I would like to be God for just one day,

> I'd give all my creatures a chance to play.

> I would bring to the suffering quick release,

> I'd give to the frightened comfort and peace.

> And those that were suffering would hunger no more,

> I would heal all the wounded, bleeding and sore.

> I'd close all the doors where sadists reign,

> With their tests and their knives so ready for pain.

> I would open the doors of the cages wide,

> And offer their freedom to those inside.

> I would throw out the traps that lie in wait,

> For a small furry creature, a cruel fate.

> I would close all the bullrings and break every spear,

> And the rabbit no longer the greyhound would fear.

> I would clean all the oil from out of the sea,.

> I would let all the fish in the nets go free.

> I would throw out the arrows that pierce so deep,

> I would give to the tired the blessing of sleep.

> I'd close all the tracks where the races are won,

> By horses abused to make them run.

> I would teach little children that birds are frail,

> And puppies and kittens.......don't hold by the tail.

> And the bunnies and chicks and ducklings so small,

> I would not let stores have for sale at all.

> I would free all the animals raised for fur,

> I would tear down the ranches where they were.

> I would open the pens that are stacked so high,

> So legs could run free and wings could fly.

> I would silence the sound of the hunters' guns,

> I'd give speed to the legs of the fox that runs.

> I would break every rope by the rodeo used,

> I would comfort the cattle the cowboy abused.

> I would make all the streams run pure and sweet,

> I'd show mercy to animals used for meat.

> I would offer green grass to the worn out nag,

> I would throw out the snares in the hunters bag.

> I would break all the clubs that batter their prey,

> I would take all the poison and throw it away.

> I would close the arenas and bloody pits,

> Where roosters and dogs are torn to bits.

> I'd find homes for the homeless in cities and farms,

> I would gather the strays in my loving arms.

> I know it's not given to mind of man

> The workings of God to understand,

> But oh how I long for the day to come

> Bringing help for the helpless, tortured and " dumb. "

> And I mean no irreverence because I say

> I would like to be God for just one day.