The small dog in
his cage
His owner gives him
a good bath
He is all wet and
feeling unhappy
Out in the sun for
sunbathing
Watching him as I
pass by
I whistle at him
but he pays no attention
He should recognize
me
He used to sniff around
my legs
Today, he isn’t in
his good mood
All wet and feeling
miserable
Alone in the open
space
He never barks but
shows his sulky face
The owner says her
dog needs his bath
The haze and the
dusty particles on his fur
But the small dog
doesn’t understand
He knows he doesn’t
look his best
Likewise, we will
feel our blues
When we are sent to
prison
For our crimes or
misdeeds in our lives
We are caged
feeling no joy or smile
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