IN MY DOGS HOUR OF NEED

Today, I saw a crowd

A blank and expressionless faced crowd

Of cheering people.

They were standing around a raggy arsed little boy

Who I recognised from somewhere.

They were tearing meat from a living dog

Which screamed and howled in agony

With every tortuous rip of its flesh.

It looked at me with pleading eyes

Pain and horror filled eyes.

I recognised the dog as being my own,

My own pet dog.

I remembered how glossy her coat was

How active she was

How mischievous

Before being rendered blood soaked

And near dead

It was heart breaking not to be able

To help her

To go to her

When she looked so helpless

When she needed me so much

All I could do

Was turn

Walk away

And accept.

Reviews

[Dream Hunter]

this is so sad :( but still, it was a good poem and well written!

[Marie]

Oh how terrible! I'm sorry I read this. I'm one of those who believe that people who wantonly kill or torture animals should be executed.