A foot, a hoof or a flipper

I guess they and we differ

But

Their fur, our coat

With their feathers we wrote

Most populations are gone

No kindness to even a fawn

Want to live like you and me

Can’t you see?

While we should be having fun

Someone’s shooting down their son

We are animals but we have a gun

And they are forced to run

We love our families but so do they

We eat meat they eat grass and hay

I was thinking...

Some day they could strike back

Change what you put in your sack

You won't regret

Just put the gun down, don't fret

I’ll tell you now go away

Save your anger for another day