Loving hands or merciless stares will accompany you
You may lie by the fireplace or curled up, wet from the dew
Some are well fed, some subsist on morsels from the trash can
Some run to play catch, others run from gun-toting men.
I cry for you courageous canines
For some enjoy a pat on the head
While others get a bullet to the head
Some jump, barking excitedly every other moment
Others whimper in painful torment
I cry for you courageous canines
Fortunate ones find their way into loving homes
Unlucky ones into cooking pots, separated flesh from bones
Idiotic rules imposed upon those willing to love you
To banish from the community, stupid requisites aimed at you
I cry for man's foolishness and insolence
Eradicating at will, strays and owned, with illogical justifications
Highly developed brain, yet too dim to understand your emotions
Bestowing upon you the title Man's Best Friend
But unwilling to share and part with an inch of borrowed land
How dare we likened the nadir of things to you then?
When some even bite the hands that feed them
I pray, lovely canines
Hoping that you'd find joy in this wretched world
Not to be thrown out with irresponsible caprice
To the strays, that you'd find fleeting acts of kindness
A bite of food, a pat; temporal warmth in a cold surrounding
It is nice brushing your head and rubbing your chest
To feed you and witness your gratitude - a wagging tail
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