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One doesn’t have to go to Asia to see how cruelty fares.

Forget for now the hurt laid on the elephants, gorillas. bears.

From downtown Perth, Australia, (it all seems so unreal,)

comes a news story of the kind to make one’s blood congeal.

I query what makes people tick that they can be so mean.

And what I hear now on TV sounds like someone’s bad dream.

A couple arrived home from work to find their house invaded.

The place a mess, their belongings all destroyed, stolen, degraded.

But worse, when searching for their dog - a puppy of tender age -

they found it cowering, and what they saw would’ve sent a saint to rage.

I’m reaching yet again for a tissue for my tears.

For the bastards had kicked this poor little mutt then cut off both its ears.

Then as if that itself was not enough, a few days later on

these terrible people again broke in and killed the poor little one.

I’m left again to wonder, ás my heart feels like it’s breaking,

will evil be amongst us always? Has God stopped good men making?

And I question if I cry my tears for that poor pup alone.

Or do I shed a few for humanity’s loss of home.

For when we all travel back and He sees us coming that day,

will He forgive us with arms open wide? Or will He turn His face away?
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