The black dogs
On the loose to the ground
Running from field to field
Looking for the meat bones
The noses holding high
They sniff for the prey
They can't stand still
Now they are unleashed
The black dogs
Hear the command of a voice
They are rushing here and there
Wagging tails hoping to bite
The meat bones
Once they get the job done
On the command of a voice
They will forget about compassion
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