RABID DOGS

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I saw a war, a dream unpure, 

where men were rabid dogs uncured.

I saw this dream, in front of me, 

this calamity became my reality.


I felt the strain, like old times famed, 

where men were chained but never changed.

They'd done a crime, now paying time, 

behind bars, mixed with good and slime!


Some alright, some want to fight, 

the plight to find whose by ones side.

By choosing wrong, locked up too long, 

when hope is gone just left to song.


Some still prayed, a mind-swim frayed, 

displayed piled high, behind steels grey.

On muted wings, a caged bird sings, 

about the things a raged herd brings.




© 2024 Shoestring Shane

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