The
black dogs run
Finding
a place to hide
In
the darkest hours
Of
their lives
Once
they showed their fangs
The
white sharp teeths to bite
For
years they had their way
Now
they are worried
The
dog catchers on the way
One
by one will see the lock up
The
black dogs realize now
Playing
the bad only a short life
The
black dogs run
Finding
places to hole up
There
are many eyes to watch them
They
can't hide for long
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