The stray dogs roaming
On the streets in the market stalls
All alone finding food to survive
The breeding then the owners throw away
In the day; in the night
It makes no difference when need to survive
Sniffing food throwing on the floor or streets
Sometimes rummaging around in the dustbins
The stray dogs fear in their eyes
Any significant goodness seems gone
In the dogs' minds surviving is the game
Sniffing around care not what people say
Study the dogs the significant of human lives
When you are poor, living hands to mouths
The fear of the unknown always linger in their minds
Dare not aggressively pursuing afraid to know
The rejection and run down of dignity
It breaks a person losing control
Living in fear when money is the game
Without it what life will be?
To turn around life
One has to forget
The background of a living
Try it harder forget about letdown
It is still holding true
“No venture no gain”
One shouldn't be a stray dog
Losing all hope for a home
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