The Dog Poem by anujan raja

THE DOG
[ A Soliloquy ]
It's not my fault
I've become a man-eater
Nay, a man-biter.
This street is my home
I live here and I'll die here.
Once it was a beautiful street
As smooth and as clean as glass
Man walked the street
Breathing the fragrant air
Of the magnolia flowers
Very few venture
To turn to this street now
Only vehicles race through this place
Scared of the weird stench
Of the growing garbage heaps.
The magnolias still stand
The flowers still bloom
The flower fragrance smother'd
With the putrid stench
Of the mounting garbage.

I've served MAN through the ages,
His faithful servant and trusted friend
He has been my master and protector
He still is_I wish I could say so.
Alas! now I'm a frightful monster,
A menace, threat to him
He tries to kill me.
To destoy my entire race.


Dogs are too many, all mad dogs
They bite us and our kids.
Destroy them all
And make our roads safe.



Can anyone wipe out a race?
Once upon a time a man
Tried and failed
At Buchenwald and Auschwitz.
Man never learns from history
Countless are his foolhardy assaults
On rats and mosquitoes
Their number is still legion
They thrive on man's filth and blood
And thankfully prey upon him.

Good days are gone
We live in fear, my master and I
Calamities do happen
When the light of wisdom burns dim.