A little dog on a leash that is set fire to and its death watched and laughed about by its perpetrators

I know not of the Arabic
and all those connotations
what I see before me is a hound
screaming, clearly aware of what is happening
a terrier, so frightened on the ground

a haunting of such awfulness
before us
eyes were never mean’t to see such sights
a morbid conflagration
its agonised salvation
and laughter can be heard
as someone lights

clearly so demented
beyond reason
that little soul
it perished in hell fire
one cannot begin to realise
its agony
and how and why and who
creates a pyre

of blood and guts and gristle
and sick egregious suffering
that little dog
knew what it must endure
those men that carried out
its execution
were evil beyond
redemption
without cure

maniacal murderers
beyond all love and care
consigned to hell
for many incarnations
unaware
of that awful twisting savagery
of its helpless dance of death
expiring in such terror
as they just draw a breath

and chuckle in the background
when they violated so
an innocent little canine
who faced such dreadful woe
alone and just watched over
by grinning monsters who
were matter of fact and heinous
in the manner that they slew

lets hope they feel the agony
each second, of each hour
lets hope they realise the power
that comes and in that shower
of sparks they too may understand
what that sad soul did feel
for the shock and realisation
will be for them so real

no angels will bear witness
no heaven will be seen
these murdering varmint’s
they might understand
just how obscene
they were, they are, they will always be
there is no way, that they
can ever expect forgiveness
for in fact there is none
there can be none
not ever no, no way