I Cry.

I cry for the innocent who die alone,
Never knowing love, or a home.
I weep for those who die so young,
Forgotten and abandoned when they haven't won.
I grieve for the innocent dogs,
Cursed with being born a greyhound.
Running for their lives,
Forever in circles on the oval track.
For them,
I cry.

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