They are Bulldogs
German Shepherd
Poodle coddle nearest to man
Far away beyond European borders
But here in Africa
Dog stay and dog stays
Even when they're in pains
Dog run and dog runs
When the national cake is shared
Dog stand and dog stands
To be reaped of the boons
Dog catch and dog catches
The crumbs and waste from their anus
Dog roll and dog rolls
To beg for what they'll own
Dog lick and dog licks
The drops of their tears
Dog hug and dog hugs
Corruption in their bamboo beds
Laying halter shattered in slums
Dog Bite and Dog bite not
their foes in the race
But they themselves
The real Dogs with the baboon face
That hide behind sham
And their stillborn promise
Dog bite their arms, legs and head
That have led us all the way
Down in deadly dead end.
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