In awful cages
\npacked so tight
\ncrushed together
\nfaces white
\ncrippled bodies
\na broken leg
\nconsumed with pain
\nand with eyes that beg
\nanyone who they can see
\nto save them from this agony
\nclad in puke
\nand blood and snot
\nthrown about
\nwhy have they got
\nin such a state
\nis there a clue
\nto how they suffer
\nand why they do<\/p>\n
The Mekong river
\nhears the cries
\nthe yelping
\nwhere the weak one dies
\nand is eaten partially
\nby those left
\ntheir stomachs aching
\nthey’re bereft
\nof sustenance
\nand of water, they
\nhave travelled crated up
\nthey pay
\na price for being strays
\nout here
\nwhere there is always
\nhours of fear<\/p>\n
they are whipped and kicked
\nand thrown about
\nthey shit themselves
\nwith no rules to flout
\nanything goes
\nand everything can
\nbe done to the dogs
\nby the smuggler man
\nhe’s a rogue
\nand nasty fiend in fact
\nhigh on drugs
\nthat why they’re packed
\nhead to paw and paw to heel
\nbecause these so called men
\ncan’t feel<\/p>\n
any emotion
\nany at all
\nmost of of them
\nare off the wall
\nhigh on drugs
\nand illicit booze
\nthey themselves
\nhave little to lose
\nthey don’t know love
\nmost, they just roam
\nno family to speak of
\nthey have no home
\nthey make some money
\nand spend it fast
\nthey are in a rut
\nwhere they were cast<\/p>\n
the dogs mean nothing
\nnot to them
\nthe smuggling trade
\nis quite a gem
\nthey do it at night
\nits a lucrative job
\nas long as you know
\nhow to keep your gob
\nclosed, and they do
\nthey have no friends
\nnobody cares
\nwhen the journey ends
\nif they cross someone
\nits curtains and they
\nits a knife in the guts
\nthat’s how they pay<\/p>\n
disease is rife
\nrabies rules
\nall sorts of illness
\nsome are ghouls
\nthey work in the gutters
\nand reap the woe
\nas to what is right
\nthey don’t want to know
\n5 million dogs
\nare shipped each year
\nlook at their faces
\nthe terror and fear
\nthe bludgeoning deaths
\ntorn from their cage
\nto be boiled alive
\nin a frightened rage<\/p>\n
in a broth of lemon grass
\nbubbling high
\nthese hounds are cooked
\nand fill the sky
\nwith the aromatic scent of death
\nas they all suck in
\ntheir final breath
\nin certain places in Hanoi
\na dog meat dish brings
\nutter joy
\nthe rich will pay a ransom for
\na plate of agony and gore<\/p>\n
Soi Dog is a group that tries
\navidly despite the size
\ndespite the syndicates so strong
\nto prove to many just how wrong
\nits going for an all out ban
\nwell that today has to be the plan
\ntireless effort is what they do
\npetitions, talk they take the view
\nthe trade is evil and so bad
\nthe government must act
\nif it had<\/p>\n
thought it through it has to soon
\ninstitute some laws to fight
\nthe agony the cruelty
\nfor everyone knows its not right
\ntourism is what Thailand needs
\nand scenes like this spread the vile seeds
\nacross the world where dogs are seen
\nas man’s best friend,if you have been <\/p>\n
through Bangkok and its markets where
\ndogs wait in cages, its not fair
\nthey yelp they cry their doleful gaze
\nthe internet where tweeting pays
\nthe world is waking up to pain
\nand Thailand has to think again<\/p>\n
this smuggling racket has to end
\nsmuggling millions of man’s best friend
\ntreating them badly their bloodied eyes
\neach tourist who hears their beleaguered cries
\nwho may see their death come swift and slow
\nas beaten and into the pot they go<\/p>\n
its a vile expression
\nthat taunts the soul
\nyou can’t forget it
\nits then your role
\nto return and do something
\nto end this grief
\nbecause it is beyond belief<\/p>\n
its really happening
\nin your face
\nand of course it is a complete
\ndisgrace
\nthese are people of course
\nlike you and me
\nwho have sunk
\ninto depths of depravity <\/p>\n
they are mindless louts
\nthey are heartless sods
\nswinging their sticks
\nand their metal rods
\nbelting the life out of
\ninnocent mutts
\nand tearing great holes
\nin living guts<\/p>\n
these are the people
\nthat want our dough
\nthey are crying out
\nfor us to go
\nand exchange our money so they can be
\nmurdering dogs so we can see<\/p>\n
well not any more
\nthe savage breast
\nhas seen the worst
\nand has shared the rest
\nit has to stop
\nand stop right now
\nand soi dog and others
\nnow show us how<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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