We Run the Hell

 

stale, putrid smells hanging down the walls, incontinence of pain unseen, unwitnessed… the yellow bile is slowly dripping down the catheter, unwanted serpent sucking the life out of its powerless martyr …

a world defined by metal rods that rust in saliva and fluids …rust doesn’t eat the metal quick enough… it mirrors the decay in the tissues and groins, in the teeth and bones of the animated creature who can’t even envision hope…

white neon light, blind flickers, and sharp buzzes instead of green grass and golden rays of the sun…

people move about their day, unblushing, in a shameless silence, coins on their eyes…

cage after cage, a spiraling agony; there is no hell on the other side, we run the hell… we run the hell!

Bile bears are kept in captivity, and their bile is harvested for traditional medicine purposes. Their living is horrific; the bile extraction process is inhuman.  Bile bears need our help. I think we all choose our causes wisely, and I am a donor for their liberation and transfer in sanctuaries. I hope more people will hear about their suffering.