When nations go to war
The public knows the score
Sons treated like a dog
Cast in a bloody fog
Children and their mothers
Say goodbye to brothers
The fog shows in their eyes
But no one hears their cries
Soldiers are divided
And their fate decided
Lost in the fog of war
Like all the ones before
Sailors are reminded
In the fog you're blinded
After fog is lifting
Wayward souls are drifing
In the penitentary where Im treated like a dog
I should have known that Id wind up this way
Without the money to get off
Mamma I just killed a guard
It was the law
It was the law
It started as some petty crime
Now its the gangs im with non-stop
Is this rehabilitation
Maybe not
Maybe not
Mamma I just fought my cell mate
Now hes twitching
What the ****
Well I dont appreciate how Im a victim to be shot
The system taught me that Im not me
So I have goggles and a glok
Is this rehabilitation
Maybe not
Maybe not
Soon the prison doors will open
For Jesus Christ that is Jihad
(c) Kyle Ezra Kriticos
God the news, this horrible ongoing news all the lies
The optics insane, people dying by the hundreds
A fake leader lying who does not read the news
As the virus surges, children lost and the earth dies
I have to bless dogs, so loving so attentive and true
Our devoted friends though they are so often abused
Treated like a dog, a dog of a movie. worked like a dog…
Dogs such gentle protective creatures that see you thru
They protect our police, and soldiers and the blind
Giving warmth and joy to sick children in hospital beds
Safety and companionship to those who are alone
Silly and fun, watchful and warriors, gentle and kind
I feel sad becaause of their warmth and joy so genuine so true
By me during the nights when I went through medical infusions
I wish I could bring another pup in from the cold
But this must be enough for I already have two rescues
The vigilance that a dog brings as a companion and friend
Whether you are homeless in a tent, an RV or a home
Give them a forever place for they will be loving and faithful
A sweet creature your helpmate caring and loving until the end
THE STREET CHILD.
Nzongi N.Mwero.
Cell phone +254727254534.
Why me Am like a doll?
Why me not play a ball?
Why me not receive a call?
Why me if I become tall?
Why me if I become sick and fall?
Where is my mother?
What happened to my father?
Who is my brother?
Who is going to bother?
What wrong did I do to deserve treated like a dog,
What can I do but beg and steal,
Sometimes I cry otherwise I weep,
And sometimes I try to forget it all,
Please do not patronise me otherwise do not ignore me,
Just think me as another human being.
Am thinking to be great,
Am thinking to be nice,
Am thinking to aim higher,
Yes I want to be what my parents want me to be,
But how?
What should I do?
To go to school,
To play on the streets,
Or just sway to music in my mind.
Problems – Problems- Problems,
And I’m still young not even 10 years old,
But wait I have get the answer,
Let’s I try to shape my life for a better future – Yes –Yes-Yes.
Since I belong to God, I am treated by the world like I'm the backwards spelling of
His name. In other words, I'm treated like a dog. His grand treatment will enable to
stand in the face of persecutions for the good life Jesus is the only solution. The
world will treat you like a dog but God holds all of their collars. They can't do you
any harm all you have to do to God's name is holla'! 1-11-11
I am unhappy.
I just want to die.
I deserve to be at peace
And to finally find my happiness.
The earth makes me miserable.
I hate the site of people.
I am not treated like a human.
I am treated like a dog.
I want to be taken away,
and finally be put at peace.
living is a pain.
its not fair that i should have to live in it.
the evil that is humanity
is making my life worse.
things could have been great,
if i was treated like the human i was.
i hate everyone.
i truly truly do.
i will never allow anyone in ever again.
i will live the rest of my life
in seclusion...
i will just wait out the rest of my life,
for that golden day that i die.
living is a pain.
My voice is so small
How can I change the world
In order to have heaven on earth
I’m not that smart or strong
Either I’m invisible or treated like a dog
No one can hear my voice so small
But my small voice heard your inner child
It was afraid of the gangsters on the corner
It was dreaming of playing in the sprinklers with the other children
I see happiness and love
As you watch your first child comes into this world
As you leave your love ones all alone
I see ways to make the world a better place
As men fight to be the alpha male
As people struggle to hold their families together
Please hear me now before it’s too late
For healing the world is everyone’s fate
Only love can be so great
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