Camp Beagle’s inbox is normally full of enquiries ranging from questions from Press, how can people get involved in the campaign to how to get to camp – imagine our suprise when we received this from a supporter.
We feel this poem sums up the plight of the MBR Beagles perfectly – we hope that you agree.
The UK is a nation of animal lovers
Cats and dogs and all the others
But is the dog man’s best friend?
When I meet such an untimely end?
Beagle puppies born into cages
Treated worse than the dark ages
Never feeling the sun or rain
Living a life full of pain
At 16 weeks loaded in Impex Trucks
Leaving MBR Acres who don’t give two f*cks
Off to the vivisection laboratories
A life of love that I’ll never see!
White Coat men prod and poke
Tube down the neck makes me choke
Liquid down tube and sprayed in eyes
Nobody cares to hear my cries
No pain relief as wheeled off on a cart
Needles through the fur straight to the heart
Cried of pain as I whimper and plead
Taking my blood and making me bleed.
I’m no more use so put me down
Instead you bleed me out or make me drown
I’ve had no love since I was a pup
Even in death you cut me up
Your tests learn nothing from my broken body
96% of your pseudo science is plain shoddy
My beagle biology is different to man
It’s time for an animal testing ban
I’m a beagle puppy born at MBR
Now my life is just a twinkling star
This terrible life may all be legal
But it will soon be stopped, thanks to Camp Beagle.
Thank you, whoever you are, perfect!
The Camp Beagle Team