Dogs are stoned,
Every now and then,
A Mangy dog is stoned,
Each and every time.
From dog to mangy dog,
I have seen the change,
It was better,
Before things had changed.
Do mangy dogs ever heel,
I have never ever found,
Yet their trace is never found,
As they in their loneliness abound.
A mangy dogs cover a longer distance,
to save himself the shame,
I am in for a longer journey,
I can't bear all the blame.
26/July/2005
R. A. Jacob.
Note:- This poem talks about how humans are treated especially the poet himself. The poet compares a bad name with the mangy disease, it may sound very bad in taste but ask one who is passing through such a situation. You may find it painful and full of grief well that's exactly what the situation was. It was written when I was in spring dales school.
Well, those days are past and gone. I share this poem, thanking God as he brought me out of such a situation.
