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Man's best friend. (In memory of the fighters)

Poetry By: Revera Love
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Anyone who cares about the injustice done to Man's best friend should read this.


Submitted:Oct 2, 2012    Reads: 63    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Man's Best Friend by Revera Love

The cage door slams,

Creaks in the night.

Man's voice calls,

Begs for a fight.

His teeth are bared.

His muscles torn.

Dark thoughts inside,

His curse, being born.

The warrior stands.

Nails scratch the floor.

Broken hearts,

We see no more.

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His body ripped, charred and smeared.

The staples seal his eyes.

Blood still drips upon the floor.

Here, Man's best friend dies.





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