A wish

I wish I was a Rottweiler and I could carry a gun

I'd go after all those folks, who think that tortures fun

I gather up a gang of us, a Spitz, a chi, a hound

We'd travel in a motorhome, and hunt these people down

We'd start with all the puppy mills, we'd open all their doors

And tell them all "run like the wind, and head for golden shores

There's someone there that's waiting, with open arms for you

I promise you can trust them, they're animal rescue

If I could talk, I'd call the millers out into the night

I'd bear my teeth, and hold my gun and watch them shake in fright

And then I'd laugh and laugh and laugh and then I'd laugh some more

 

As I threw them in the wire cage and slammed the metal door

So its on to the next, Oh this is fun as we joke around with each other

We start drawing maps and making plans

Got alot of ground to cover.

There's a pit on the road, someone has dumped

We offer him a ride, Its not hard to see the life he has led by the pain that's in his eyes.

We give him lots of food and drink,and he shows no aggression

He hears our plan and wants to join, and teach mankind a lesson

We're off again, to search this land for the murderers who went free

 

To teach the ones who stomped and burned and hung dogs from a tree

One by one we paid them back for everything they've done

And repeated their words back to them, "isn't torture fun?".

After days and days of traveling, gathering troops along the way

Thinking of our forever homes and the people who threw us away

We long for a loving family, Oh wouldn't that be neat!!!

Instead, they dump or beat us or have us put to sleep

Maybe we are not thru yet, there's many more folks to see

The judges and lawyers, the USDA or maybe the AKC.

We give all politicians giardia and mange, dump them on the highway by the side of the road

And strip them of their dignity, give them fleas and ticks abode.

 

I smile to myself as this vision dances in my head

My eyes grow very heavy, as I snuggle in this soft bed

I can hear in a far distance, dogs whinning and then a scream

When I wake up, I realize that this was all a dream

The wire digs into my side, my feet and body's sore

As I look down to the ones below that cold, hard, wire floor

I start to beg like all the rest, please set me free today.

I pray to God, I'd rather be dead then live this horrible way

And guess what, I'm not a rot nor do I have a gun

I'm just a little Dachshund, put on earth to play and run

To be loved by ALL humans, like every dog should be

But if I did have a gun right now, I'd use that gun on me.

 

(Barbara Lewis)