Whilst We Slumber

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Whilst We Slumber
by Belinda van Rensburg

Whilst we in sweet and silent slumber,
are dreaming in our beds at night.
Animals in a great number,
exist with no relief in sight.

Bars of cages, built to hold
them in bondage all their days.
Floors beneath them hard and cold,
what a horrid, awful waste.

Under the waxing/waning moons,
they gaze up at God's twinkling stars;
their precious dreams just shattered ruins,
and hope still-born behind steel bars.

All they can do each day is pace,
up and down their squalid cages.
Of joy in life you'll find no trace,
whilst in their hearts a deadness rages.

In the heat, the cold, the rain,
they live their lives in dark despair.
Can't we see it is insane,
to treat them cruelly and unfair?

We've sentenced them to living death,
robbed of freedom and of being.
Now they live to dread each breath -
are we looking, but not seeing?

God's creatures born so wild and free,
living at peace with me and you.
Why can't we just let them be?
What makes it difficult to do?

We sleep and dream our pretty dreams,
in our nice warm beds.
We don't hear the voiceless screams,
which echo in their heads.

[TRL1957]

This is a very good poem and well written. i love God's creatures,it is sad many don't. God bless

[daughter]

Here's a similar poem that I heard once, before I was Christian, at an animal rights meeting.

I am the voice of the voiceless
Through me, the dumb shall speak
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The cry of the wordless weak.

From street, from cage, and from kennel,
From jungle and stall, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.

The same force formed the sparrow
That fashioned man, the king,
The God of the whole gave a spark of soul
To each furred and feathered thing.

And I am my brother's keeper,
And I will fight his fight,
And speak the word for beast and bird,
Till the world shall set things right.


There are other verses, and I may have these out of order, but it's all I remember. I no longer expect the world to set things right (though we can continue to try to live justly.) But I do know that the day will come when God will set things right.

[astrongerthanhe]

I thought this was going to end up being about the sex slave industry until I got to the end...

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Here's a similar poem that I heard once, before I was Christian, at an animal rights meeting.

I am the voice of the voiceless
Through me, the dumb shall speak
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The cry of the wordless weak.

From street, from cage, and from kennel,
From jungle and stall, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.

The same force formed the sparrow
That fashioned man, the king,
The God of the whole gave a spark of soul
To each furred and feathered thing.

And I am my brother's keeper,
And I will fight his fight,
And speak the word for beast and bird,
Till the world shall set things right.


There are other verses, and I may have these out of order, but it's all I remember. I no longer expect the world to set things right (though we can continue to try to live justly.) But I do know that the day will come when God will set things right.


Thanks for taking the trouble to post the poem here. It is really beautiful! Yes, God will make everything right again. (Sorry I didn't reply sooner). God bless.