It happened in Salomina
where natural beauty sees
so much in the minds eye
that really ought to please
a dog lie by the roadside
motionless, in pain
some brain dead specimen
had run into him, and again
hadn’t bothered to stop he just drove on
just left for dead
this is criminality
and this is what has led
us to feel resentful
how the people are
sinful really wicked
culpable they scar
the planet with their infamy
their amorality
their shamelessness
their wrong doing
their immorality
the dog had not hurt anyone
it deserved its place to be
and it was sent to kingdom come
the driver didn’t see
the anguish and the agony
he just drove off at speed
couldn’t feel the innocence
and where that pain did lead
injured lying quietly
hopeful he would be
able to get better
and live again so free
misunderstood and faultless
faultless to a tee
totally misunderstood
a font of decency
we tried to pick the sweet soul up
and tried to get someone
to stop their car and help us
easier said than done
Salomina’s spirit
had clearly blown away
degeneration on a scale
that sickened us that day
ungenerous of spirit
self seeking egoistic
detached in fact from reality
dispassionate and so sick
a villainy inherent
immoral deep inside
they were just all reprobates
with just no where to hide
we begged them all to help us
but no one wanted to know
we both felt so abandoned
by them and that did grow
Salomina what a place
its people dreadful to
anyone with problems
they didn’t have a clue
of kindness and of thoughtfulness
and so what my man did
was find a bucket
and place the dog
in it yes it was big
and we walked about a mile or so
in the blazing sun
and nobody would stop their car
absolutely none
imagine for a moment how hot
it was out there
struggling with a dog
a dying dog
all that despair
the people
have degenerated
into monsters there
they look like human beings
but they haven’t got a care
heartless soulless bastards
who need a bullet fast
they have eyes but can’t see a thing
their bloody die is cast
this indeed is a hell hole
where the doomed must be
they have no real life in them
Kyriakos I could see
was far beyond their spirit
a hero he became
he carried that dog and saved his life
yes the very same
heritage as all those vile
inhuman creatures who
drove passed honking their fat horns
clueless to what to do
trolls in the midst of an an angel
that’s how I view that day
when we got to the veterinary
we knew it was the way
he grew in stature for I’m sure
felt safer naturally
my husband walked the extra mile
with a bucket on him broad
he struggled but he made it
and got his reward
the dog lived and was seemingly
joyful to be found
to have become his hero
shows love was around
waiting to be manifest
waiting to be seen
in a place where evil
exists with the obscene
they drive about all blinded
by the sinister and unkind
by the malevolent and violent
that’s all that’s left behind
nobody is humble
humility has flown
its all about their vanity
the emptiness has shown
conceitedness and bumptiousness
and cockiness its all
stuck up all self satisfied
the bluster of the fool
the victim has recovered
faith has brought him through
faith created healing
its what good tidings do
my husband was a hero
he did what he had to do
he carried that heavy bucket
and his inner strength shone through
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Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.