The lap dogs bark
In the cages holding them
The eyes of fear
The doom in its minds
“What is this factory?
We are going to process here?
Hey let us go!
We shouldn't be here!”
The black workers ignore the dogs
They carry the cages unload it on trolleys
Pushing along into bright corridors
Going straight into the cleaning room
Now the lap dogs know
They are going to turn over
“Hey let us go
We never bite anybody?”
“Hey look the new comers!”
“No honey they are the parasites
They are the ones putting us here
Now they taste own medicine!”
“Hey guys remember us?
You chase us away trapped us into the cage
Now getting your own medicine”
“We did our job...now we don't know!”
The white overall men arrive
“What we have here?
The dogs of the rich now in hell
We will be quick don't worry”
They clean the lap dogs
Using wooden brushes
With cleansing detergent
Trimming their bodies
Then the lap dogs
On cages in conveyor belts
Into the operating theater
“No..........!”
Injections on the bodies
The lap dogs breathe the last
Into dreams of no return
They are ghosts running in the factory
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