Street life

On the streets under the streets
Its only hell I ever saw
To be a stray in Bucharest
Cuts into every inch of core

There are no laws protecting those
Who walk the street without a place
To call a home and so we roam
With no where really as a base

The sewer dwellers sick they be
HIV And alas TB
Unbegotten real lost souls
Living in assorted holes

Down in Really stinking places
Frightened many to show their faces
Men and women children too
And animals sometimes yes they do

Suffer at the hands of those
Whose state of health nobody knows
This Romania today
Disparate so some might say

One such hound recently found
Butchered in the vilest way
There is no protection for street dogs
All hell let loose I am bound to say

They called me spirit
My woes were many
A butcher had harmed me
There isn’t any

Explanation for my pain
Leg and tail cut off
Again
Sexually abused by knife
A broken back
And a ruined life

Fractures almost
everywhere
And in a state
of complete despair

No wonder spirit took it to be
Some kind of monster that was he
His street life really in Bucharest
Clearly didnt’t turn out the best

And I would suffer for evermore
With shock and what was really awe
I would Battle throught it and try not to fail
And Live long enough to tell my tale

Its bewildering to ever see
Such injuries and try to be
Imagining the suffering
The anguish just considering

The terrible injuries Spirit wore
Such cruelty not seen before
And all the more reason why we ought
To find the butcher and he is sought

To imagine a monster who walks the earth
Born of a mother but of little worth
A hideous creature a repellent creep
A louthsome being who would hopefully reap

A violent end
for the frightul way
He tortured Me
On that dark day