there are mad dogs
but still dogs you say
and you feed them
in the name of humanity
a mad dog bites you
and kills you and it will bite
again
for another day of its mad life
still you tell them to feed them
as a gesture of your humanity
the mad dogs live
like bombs in buses
in parks, in malls, in churches
and mosques
humanity may be diminished
but it will always live and thrive
like love and hope
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