Dogs Cry

Master, I wonder

why do you beat me so.

What have I done to deserve this


Is it because my name is Pitbull

or my nature that has sentenced

me to this fate.

Why do we fight like this.

This suffering we deal with

as the blood fills the air.


Fangs dig in

sanguine flies up high.

I limp and whimper and cry.

Tail hung low in fright.

I fear for the other in the ring.

He scares me, he growls.

I step back and fall,

I can’t move, he leaps at me.


I wished for a better life.

One filled with hugs and love,

fresh food every day.

Where I am forever loved and

cared for, where I


have to see those dreadful

chains again.


But sadly it cannot be.

For my life ebbs away

as I begin to drown in pain.

Goodbye cruel world,

for I am too far gone.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 


Such a powerful poem...this made me cry...

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