My friend was killed

This poem is something I came up one morning and it speaks about the value that's the most important to me: animal welfare. I used some harsh language and pictures to show the bestiality of humans who don't care about what they do and how it might feel to their victims. The poem's about animals, but the message itself can be easily applied to any situation someone got hurt in.

My friend, the tiger,
Was killed by the people,
Who enslaved his jungle;
By those shameless creatures.
He stood up for his home,
So beautiful, so lone...
And suddenly they shot him!
He was alive when skinned
And was left in the jungle
Naked body of the tiger.

My friend, the elephant,
Was killed by the poachers.
Like the midnight assailants,
Like the blood-stained butchers,
Like unforgivable sins
They cut through his skin
The color of sea at dusk,
They cut off his majestic tusks.
And all deaf to his moans,
They ripped out his bones,
And didn't notice his trunk
Reaching hopelessly to the sky.

My friend, the deer,
Was killed by the hunters.
In his forest they appeared,
They took away his antlers,
They took away his pride!...
And sawed off his head as he woefully cried.
And they took all his muscles to cook them in a pot,
And all that remained was just carcass left to rot.

My friend, the she-bear,
Was also killed today.
For the babies she wanted to cover
She tried to scare them away.
Now those poor kids are dying
Because of starvation and cold
Since her lifeless body
Is so icy and void.

And I? I'm just a human girl,
Who thinks of her friends in mor humane way,
Who understands their loss and their pain,
And knows those murders have to stop one day.
I'd like this to be known by every damn man,
But I'm just a girl and I do what I can:
My bones to the elephant I give,
To the tiger I give my skin,
To the deer I give my muscles and head,
My warmth and milk to the little bears.
I rip off my own chest and give all me away,
But the humans--they receive my hate.