The
dogs look at you
The
eyes of hunger
They
want to be fed
When
the day is done
When
the bones aren't coming
They
wait for it for days
They
don't know how to move
Go to
the market place?
They
are told in the years
Spoon
feed and pull their ears
The
minds don't work as quick as before
They
need to be pulled along
When
the bones aren't coming
The
dogs stay still waiting
Eyes
of hunger staring at you
What
will it be?
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