"Their bodies were scattered," the paper said.
Lean, long-legged Greyhounds,
A bullet through each head.
72 Greyhounds were found there that way
In a garbage-strewn lemon field
On a still winter day.
The dogs were so young--most two or three
What crime did they do
To deserve this cruelty?
The judge was their trainer--the crime was, "Too slow"
The verdict was "Guilty,"
To the death field they'd go.
These young trusting dogs were led there that day
By the trainer they'd worked for-
Their trust he'd betray.
Each Greyhound was shot as their sentence that day
For what humans call "sport,"
What a price these dogs pay!