The lap dogs run
On the streets with their flags
The tails wagging with excitement
The black bags of funding
The black knight raising his voice
Challenging the night to a duel
Within shadows he hardly see
He can't back-down this is it
The lap dogs have the fields
The run in pack to bark their pick
The roaring laughter by the children
As they pick up stones to throw
The black knight turns his head
“What are you doing barking so loudly?
You have nothing else to do but to bark?”
“The children laughing at us my lord”
The black knight stretches his head
The horse gallops in speed then he falls
The lap dogs bark the loudest in the night
As he realizes his sorry state hitting the ground
The children laugh
Slowly they turn into white knights
Like magic they arrive
The changing has to come
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