English Bull Terrier

They look only unto my breed,

Then shake their heads and close their eyes,

Oblivious to my heart, life or need

And ignore my silent waning cries.

 

For what I am is all that they see,

And too soon assume what is not true,

I cannot be trusted due to breeds history,

No matter what my angels say,

There's nothing they can do.

 

So I'll end my days here in a cage,

Alone and cold in the pound

Without the chance to live my age

And be lovingly buried in the ground

 

Is it possible to leave at a lower line

Then to what I've fallen, to my shame?

I have nothing left to show for my time,

Not a friend nor foe nor even a name ...

 

I dislike other dogs, yes that's true,

But so do many other strays

Yet they get the chance to escape through

And live their life in carefree days.

 

Goodbye dear life, and what I've known,

I give up now this hopeless fight,

Too much for man my breed has shown

Another innocent dog sent soul to flight ...

 

(Moya Muldowney)