The black dog chained
By a leach on the fence
Under the hot sun
Raging heat burning skin
He doesn't complain
He puts out his tongue
Puffing away knowing it is no fun
Under the heat of the sun
Life unfair
We complain
Doing injustice
To others without a second glance
The rich and the poor
The social divide hardly equal
The power and the weak
The ruling dictates
So the black dog knows
The line of hand outs
The line of saving own skin
Pretending to be good
Obedient dog to many
Only counting the days to be free
Like the breeze blowing across nations
Only counting the days to be free
Like the breeze blowing across nations
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