A certain man, in sterile robes,
His prisoners to seek,
Comes strolling down the dingy halls,
That, nauseating, reek.
Their eyes reveal such grievous hurt.
Infection crusts each tear.
Corrosive burns are all they know,
Save tormentors they fear.
Now, here is a sedated one
Electrodes watch his brain.
No drugs will he receive for his
For those who need them not,
But who cares should they live or die?
They're all just left to rot.
These needles inject certain death
The cancers men abhor
So maybe victims can be forced
To outlive those before.
What were the crimes that brought them here
To clasp these metal bars
With hands that bleed in ill-repair
And stiffen with their scars?
These countless, captive creatures lie
So brutalized and weak.
They cannot really save themselves,
Since they can't even speak.
So history has taught us: do
Because you simply can.
But why would you test man's best friends
To see what works for man?