They Don't
They don't set traps to capture you
They don't flaunt around in your skin and call it fashion
They don't eat your young and consider it a delicacy
They don't cut your feet off and use them as wastepaper baskets
They don't trap you in giant nets for you to strangle yourself in
They don't hunt you for fun or for food
They don't stick you with needles, take your organs or burn you
They don't destroy your house
They don't tie you to poles and leave you to starve
They don't brand you with numbers
They don't cut of your limbs and toss you back in the water
They don't round you up to be slaughtered
They don't force you to fight each other for game
They don't kill you to make a movie seem more realistic
They don't skin you alive to make handbags and wallets
They don't whip you so you will preform a trick
They don't use an electric prod on you so that you stay in line
They don't hit you with cars
They don't starve you
They don't use a harpoon, cross bow or gun to get you
They don't kill you because you hurt another person
They don't beat you because they were having a bad day
They don't use you to seek out potential landmines
They don't boil you alive and charge 45$ for a dinner
They don't shoot you because you seem threatening
They don't set traps baited with food to get rid of you
They don't exterminate your kind because you tend to be a little bit more vicious then the others
They don't wave a red flag for you to charge at and then shoot you at the end
They don't put you in a microwave just to see what would happen
They don't do any of these things to us. So why do we do it to them?
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