The black dogs
Barking in the air
Eyes of red
jealousy sight
They smell their
lives
Living on the side
roads
Battling for crumbs
to stay alive
Politically they
want to rule
They still dream of
the past
The fat meat the best
cut
The aroma fills up
in their minds
Capturing those
years ago
They had the juiciest
meat
They lived their
lives
The pampered lot
the gravy train
They grew mean and
greedy
Until they lost it
all
In the battle of
votes
Though now they
look lean
The hungry look the
sad faces
On the side roads
still barking
“We did no wrong”
But who will
believe them?
It is the zombies
who will
They don’t see the
right or wrong
They shake their
heads
Dreaming of gold……
And the black dogs
The hungry eyes
jealousy faces
They can’t forget
the gold
They dream on the
side roads
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