A Dog Fighting Poem.

They shout, they scream.

Their lives are all but a scheme.

All they do is work in boxes so muddy.

Actually, muddy is the wrong word…bloody.

Sad, isn’t it?

There are loud whimpers and a whine.

Oh yes, this business is hard to define.

That shouldn’t be the word, but when making money, that’s what it’s called right?

What this society trash needs is a red light.

Sad, isn’t it?

I wonder if you’re getting the scope.

Sometimes I wonder if the victims even have a hope.

I know I wouldn’t. What a terrible life that must be.

Living in complete terror with owners who don’t care about your silent plea.

Sad isn’t it?

Now imagine being ripped apart limb by limb.

I know you’d fully believe your future would be grim.

Can you even fathom dogs being in that place?

Oh yes, this story’s hard to erase.

Sad isn’t it?

Dogs go through this everyday. Their poor lives not being lived in full.

Welcome to the life of a dogfighting Pit Bull.

Even though they are not the only breed in this situation,

People insist on giving this breed damnation. 

Sad isn’t it?

Dogfighting is obviously horriffic,

Can someone do something and make all these dogs’ lives terrific?

Are you willing to change this insanity? Are you the person these dogs can turn to?

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