the running dogs cry

Where are the running dogs?

Of the years of barking loudly

Suddenly there is silent

On the roads to nowhere

The sun has set

The shadows will appear

The tales will be told

Of a time of long ago

The running dogs are left alone

On the roads eyes searching for a way home

They may put up a brave charade

They know their time days are gone

The garbage tong shifts

On the new concrete ground

The smell of change

They aren't part of the game