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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am a little Alsatian puppy- can you empathise with my wretched plight? I cannot impress upon insensitive humans, my God given inalienable right, As a scrawny tottering helpless babe, I used to suckle milk from my mother, I slept close to her warm body and had great fun romping with my brother. Men snatched me heartlessly without any qualm from my dear mother’s care, She searched and searched for her precious offspring desperately everywhere, They separated me from my siblings too, did they think I liked thus to be parted? I am man’s “Best Friend”, but towards me, why are they harsh and hard-hearted! They brought me captive to a mansion cold, and kept me within its encircling walls, They expected me to be satisfied with silly, inane toys, and a few multi-coloured balls. In the fields I was free as the untrammelled breeze-- I would then frolic, roll and play, In nature we lived happily in a close-knit pack, not in solitary confinement all day. Now I am forced to chew on artificial bones and in a secluded house I must stay, But it was so much fun to be with one’s kith and kin, this I can now honestly say, Even when I’m hungry, I have to make do with whatever portion they deign to give, The same processed unnatural food daily, isn’t appetising, to be had as long as I live. My master gorges on lip-smacking food which I would have also liked to munch, I too would have relished digging into juicy flesh, for breakfast, dinner and lunch, My jaws and teeth were meant for food, other than the machine-made dog fare, Thoughtless men assume they are doing a lot, that we’re treated with a lot of care! Men should realise how much they’ve been unfair in unreasonably torturing us! Why should they expect us to submit to their senseless training, without any fuss? If men could become the wretched dogs and dogs could turn into “God’s Chosen men”, They would certainly understand our miserable plight, without my having to explain.
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