Butterworth Malaysia (the evils of the dog catcher)

What kind of good for nothing
dares
to catch a dog with loops
that snares
a stray, a lost soul
given this
treatment
its something all would rather miss
in Butterworth
yes Today
the noose was tightened
the strays did pay
the price for being
lost and left
death came slowly
to those bereft
of loved ones
for the violent ones
clearly they were
someone’s sons
whose hearts
had clearly turned to stone
whose minds too
they had clearly thrown
for tragically
they were the few
prepared to kill sentient’s
its what they do
for a measly wage
such an evil task
but in the sunlight
they wear the mask
of the cold assassin
steeped in woe
and about their business
they do go