'Dogie Dog Kind Of World' Poem by Linda Winchell

It seems that we are living
in a dogie, dog kind of world.
Where one preys on the other
causing their lives to come unfurled.

The large prey on the smaller ones
the strong prey on the weak.
They ravage all they can it seems
their always preying on the meek.

They steal what others worked hard for
their laziness reeks havoc it seems for some.
They stand on corners selling evil dreams
stealing lives from all our young.

Dogie dog, that's what it is
of what our world, complacently allows.
For one day all those dog's will have nothing to eat
underneath the earth their bones we've plowed.