‘Please let me be an indoor dog tonight’

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‘Please let me be an indoor dog tonight’

Don’t forget that we also have a ‘Serbian Animals Voice’ Facebook site, which has over 1,250 members and which is a real talk shop for Serbian animal welfare campaigners; many of whom run small shelters and who have rescued animals who are looking for forever homes.

Note that each post has a ‘translation’ option where you can translate into English if you are not proficient at other languages.

 

There are many animals needing help – see if there is anything you can do for them.

Visit the site by clicking on:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/SerbianAnimalsVoice/

 

SAV was founded before WAV to help campaign against the stray dog / cat abuses within Serbia, EU.  You can still visit the SAV site by clicking on:  

https://serbiananimalsvoice.com/

 

SAV Logo Blue by Paola

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Find out more about the situation; including legal, for Serbian strays, and why it is never enforced,  by visiting: 

https://serbiananimalsvoice.com/about-serbian-animals/

On the right side you can select a ‘Category’ to allow you further investigation into the situation for strays, and the work we have done in the past.

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On the left side you can backtrack over many years of Archives to see the work we have done for EU stray animals in the past.

So, we hope that with SAV, SAV Facebook and now with WAV, we are gradually keeping the world informed about the global suffering of animals.

We are attempting to be their voice, to follow on from Ella in London who wrote this fantastic poem in 1910; yes 1910.

THE VOICE OF THE VOICELESS

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.

I am a ray from the centre;
    And I will feed God’s spark,
Till a great light glows in the night and shows
    The dark deeds done in the dark.
And full on the thoughtless sleeper
    Shall flash its glaring flame,
Till he wakens to see what crimes may be
    Cloaked under an honoured name.

The same Force formed the sparrow
    That fashioned man, the king;
The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul
    To furred and to 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.

Let no voice cavil at Science–
    The strong torch-bearer of God;
For brave are his deeds, though dying creeds,
    Must fall where his feet have trod.
But he who would trample kindness
    And mercy into the dust–
He has missed the trail, and his quest will fail:
    He is not the guide to trust.

For love is the true religion,
    And love is the law sublime;
And all that is wrought, where love is not,
    Will die at the touch of time.
And Science, the great revealer,
    Must flame his torch at the Source;
And keep it bright with that holy light,
    Or his feet shall fail on the course.

Oh, never a brute in the forest,
    And never a snake in the fen,
Or ravening bird, starvation stirred,
    Has hunted its prey like men.
For hunger, and fear, and passion
    Alone drive beasts to slay,
But wonderful man, the crown of the plan,
    Tortures, and kills, for play.

He goes well fed from his table;
    He kisses his child and wife;
Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood,
    Or robs a deer of its life.
He aims at a speck in the azure;
    Winged love, that has flown at a call;
It reels down to die, and he lets it lie;
    His pleasure was seeing it fall.

And one there was, weary of laurels,
    Of burdens and troubles of State;
So the jungle he sought, with the beautiful thought
    Of shooting a she lion’s mate.
And one came down from the pulpit,
    In the pride of a duty done,
And his cloth sufficed, as his emblem of Christ,
    While murder smoked out of his gun.

One strays from the haunts of fashion
    With an indolent, unused brain;
But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start
    In the purpose of giving pain.
And the fluttering flock of pigeons,
    As they rise on eager wings,
From prison to death, bring a catch in his breath:
    Oh, the rapture of killing things!

Now, this is the race as we find it,
    Where love, in the creed, spells hate;
And where bird and beast meet a foe in the priest
    And in rulers of fashion and State.
But up to the Kingdom of Thinkers
    Has risen the cry of our kin;
And the weapons of thought are burnished and brought
    To clash with the bludgeons of sin.

Far Christ, of a million churches,
    Come near to the earth again;
Be more than a Name; be a living Flame;
    ‘Make Good’ in the hearts of men.
Shine full on the path of Science,
    And show it the heights above,
Where vast truths lie for the searching eye
    That shall follow the torch of love.

 

Poems of experience. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London : Gay and Hancock, Ltd. 1910.

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Serbia flood kid saving puppy.

 

 

Don’t drink coffee I take Tea my Dear ….

Takes more than combat gear to make a man;

takes more than a license with a gun

Be yourself, no matter what they say !

 

Regards Mark – Englishman in Animal Rights !

 

 

 

 

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