Artica (another victim) sent to Broken Paws a site in South Africa doing wonderful work for animals

Who wouldn’t share a tear or two
who wouldn’t see the light
knowing they were likely
to perish and the right
to live would be withdrawn
in fact death was on the cards
the pound was going to carry out
the sentence, a few yards
from where you were
at this moment
contemplating it
of course you would try to get away
in your mind this would not sit
fair and square
your only crime
to have found yourself alone
and come to the realization
that your future now was blown
the humans called it death row
but you had done nothing wrong
you were going to pay for it
you just did not belong
to anyone or anything
or anywhere, so you
had been written off completely
for that’s what humans do

of course you would make a dash for it
crawl off down some drain
anywhere but wait for death
that just seemed insane
despite the obvious perils
you judged it right to try
but of course you didn’t make it
and now the chance is high
the short walk to the dark room
where the, needle holds a clue
and you close your eyes
just accepting
that nobody loves you

in the human world
its all about commitment
if there is no one ready
to say I will
then dogs like us are
slaughtered in their millions
our blood is very easy just to spill
except to say
I am a good loyal subject
if anybody wants to take me on
I promise I will love them
and that’s forever
for at 5 O’clock today
I will be gone

so act fast I beg you