by Barbara Lewis
- I wish I was a Rottweiler and I could carry a gun
- I'd go after all those folks, who think that torture's fun
- I'd gather up a gang of us, a Spitz, a chi, a hound
- We'd travel in a motorhome, and hunt these people down
- We'd start with all the puppy mills, we'd open all their doors
- And tell them all "run like the wind, and head for golden shores
- There's someone there that's waiting, with open arms for you
- I promise you can trust them, they're animal rescue
- If I could talk, I'd call the millers out into the night
- I'd bear my teeth, and hold my gun and watch them shake in fright
- And then I'd laugh and laugh and laugh and then I'd laugh some more
- As I threw them in the wire cage and slammed the metal door
- So it's on to the next, Oh this is fun as we joke around with each other
- We start drawing maps and making plans
- Got alot of ground to cover.
- There's a pitt on the road, someone has dumped
- We offer him a ride,
- Its not hard to see the life he has led by the pain that's in his eyes.
- We give him lots of food and drink, and he shows no aggression
- He hears our plan and wants to join, and teach mankind a lesson
- We're off again, to search this land for the murderers who went free
- To teach the ones who stomped and burned and hung dogs from a tree
- One by one we paid them back for everything they've done
- And repeated their words back to them, "isn't torture fun?".
- After days and days of traveling, gathering troops along the way
- Thinking of our forever homes and the people who threw us away
- We long for a loving family, Oh wouldn't that be neat!!!
- Instead, they dump or beat us or have us put to sleep
- Maybe we are not thru yet, there's many more folks to see
- The judges and lawyers, the USDA or maybe the AKC.
- We give all politicians giardia and mange, let em on the highway by the side the road
- And strip them of their dignity, give them fleas and ticks abode.
- I smile to myself as this vision dances in my head
- My eyes grow very heavy, as I snuggle in this soft bed
- I can hear in a far distance, dogs whining and then a scream
- When I wake up, I realize that this was all a dream
- The wire digs into my side, my feet and body's sore
- As I look down to the ones below that cold, hard, wire floor
- I start to beg like all the rest, please set me free today.
- I pray to God, I'd rather be dead then live this horrible way
- And guess what, I'm not a rott nor do I have a gun
- I'm just a little Dachshund, put on earth to play and run
- To be loved by ALL humans, like every dog should be
- But if I did have a gun right now, I'd use that gun on me.
Comment: The author of this poem is not known to me. I received this poem in my e-mail and thought it made a horrible, accurate point. If the author comes across this page, I ask for her permission to publish this poem.
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