One dog's life

I was happy in my home

with my humans I loved to roam

A stranger took me one warm day

not a word did he say

 

He packed me tight in a crate

being in there I really did hate

There were others just like me

packed so tight we couldn't see

 

Finally! We were out of the van

but I know now, I should have ran

No more crates and no more cars

but now I sit behind these bars

 

Why I'm here, I don't know

but back home I want to go

Do my friends know I'm here?

those humans that I hold so dear

 

It's scary, I can sense the doom

all throughout this chilly room

there are others like me I saw

their skin too, is blistered and raw

 

There is only one human I've come to hate

he gets me tout every morning at eight

To struggle from him I have tried

but in a cage there's no place to hide

 

He shaved my skin, now it hurts

I can't see it, but I feel it's burnt

I'd give anything for just one scratch

but on top of it is a patch

 

Ever since that dreadful day

on my sides I cannot lay

No longer can I get to sleep

I just lay here suffering in a heap

 

My fur is matted and full of blood

It keeps getting thicker just like mud

I have screamed and I have cried

but this pain, it just won't die

 

I still try with all my might

but that human gets me under the light

he holds me tight as he stares

at the horrors my skin bares

 

He is a white robed beast

and for my pain he cares the least

We lay here in our bandages

why are we the ones called savages?

 

Now I know that my times of fun

are now forever done

pain stole my will, so again I will try

to close my eyes and finally die

 

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