When the tables turned

When the tables turned

A Poem by andrew mitchell

If animals had a religion
Man would be the Devil
through his policies of
carrying out cruelty,
hunting for pleasure
and the cause
of many to extinction.

Only animal souls
would reach Heaven
except……

Excuse me Sir,
it’s only animals here.
But I was sent.
And who may you be?
I’m a Vet.

© 2025 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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