We need your help . . .
Rows of brown eyes looking at me,
Waiting in hell for their heaven to see.
Their crime in life is just being born.
Man bred them, abused them, then left them forlorn.
The more that I know of a dog I can see,
That his worth in life is so much more than you or me.
A faithful friend who will never let you down.
Whatever your mood, he's just always around.
So why do I stand in this dog pound and see
The inmates waiting in cells to see Thee.
God, How could it be a dog's left in a pound estranged?
The only answer is man's minds are completely deranged!
Anon.