A hunting dog barks aloud
Where all is frightened when they hears
The sound of the dog in unusual ways
Hounded all and all for a chase
And a final supper for its own sake
Why the dog hunts the poor hares
Which awakes early dawn to prey
And goes in gracing land with a happiness
The hunting dog not having a concern
In the pain of suffering of its preys
Similar to wars makes all to suffer
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