Look at me people, what do you see?
A filthy, old dog infested with fleas?
Hair matted, infections, ears itching with mites,
Teeth rotten so badly I can't even bite.
Not even a name, just a number assigned
Deplorable lifestyle to which I’m resigned.
Stripped of affection, decency and name,
Why, I ask, condemn me to shame?
Cold, and forgotten, I live in a cage,
Dark, without love, serving not but a wage.
Hopelessly, I watch as people walk by,
Will I ever feel loved, will I even survive?
Deep in my eyes you see nothing but fear,
Trembling with terror when people walk near,
But what would you do if mistreated this way?
Living in squalor, day after day.