P.D.A.

A reflection of pain that's seldom felt,
I feel that all is never heard,
All creations should have their rights,
Even if it means you will not prosper,
Your foundation will fall, the question is not can they talk,
They may not reason just like us,
It's fact that we all know they suffer,
If your foundation does not change my grip will tighten,
Your conscience will begin to burn you through,
This inaccurate portrayal of human life must end,
Your foundation's walls will begin to fall
And all that's not pure will suffocate