At the Mercy of City Dogs

I can’t look away and I won’t And I beseech you not to, at least not now When wailing still convulses the streets When our leaders scarify us to the dogs For a tight grip of power When our mothers feel the safest nest is a yellow shirt Coz it softens the eyes of the city dogs When a dark cloud still hovers over the city So dark that the dogs are blind to us So blind tears can’t melt their ice cold hearts. When a man in a blue shirt comes with a latent And their blood runs cold, cold as the darkness they push us to I can’t look away and I won’t, at least not now When pursuit for justice is a crime And silence to evil is hailed When our city is still at the mercy of city dogs. BY Oswell