Rottweilers and the Fearful Eyes
Oh, Rottweilers, loyal through and through,
With hearts of gold and a love so true.
Yet here you walk with a muzzle tight,
A shadow cast by unwarranted fright.
They see your strength, your steadfast frame,
And pin on you a cruel, false name.
"Dangerous, " they whisper, "a beast to fear, "
But they've never felt your gentle cheer.
Once, the Irish wore that same disguise,
Deemed wild and cruel in foreign eyes.
"A threat, " they'd say, "don't trust their kind, "
Fear born of ignorance, hearts confined.
How quickly they forget the pain,
To brand another with the same disdain.
Your wagging tail, your eager glance,
Ignored by those who won't give you a chance.
My Rotties are family, they know my heart,
Loyal companions, a breed set apart.
Obedient, loving, they guard my side,
But must bear the weight of a baseless tide.
Muzzled in parks, judged on the street,
Yet their love is pure, their soul complete.
What crime is strength when it's paired with grace?
Why must their pride wear fear's embrace?
Oh, Rottweilers, maligned by name,
Victims of a world that loves to blame.
But in my eyes, you'll always be,
A symbol of love, of loyalty.
So let them fear, let them spread their lies,
For truth is found in your faithful eyes.
And I will stand, defend your worth,
My steadfast friends, the best on Earth.
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