You Don't Know.

My friend, I often wonder as I see you waiting there
Muzzled, sad and silent, as the hammer makes a roar.
Yet another chapter ended, another person there,
Small cages in a different van, more lying on the floor.

A stranger holds your collar, no kindness in his eyes,
He dosen't see the loneliness, he dosen't feel your cries.

The brightness brings the howling, more eyes behind the wire
All aching for an answer, it's good you dont know more.
For if you knew hugs and softness, of another life thats there,
Your sadness would engulf you, your yearning even more.

If only I could show you how your sadness is my core,
I'm crying too, I feel your pain, Im trying to do more.
If you knew of other places, white coats, machines and more,
Or of the pain under the Spanish sun, your suffering would be more.

You don't know of the others, the thousands and the score,
The men who killed your brothers, the dead behind the door.
They think your life is worthless, they're missing so much more
The love and trust you shelter would serve them so much more.

The day will come I promise when all gentle Greys are free
Of the pain and sores and emptiness, with freedom to just 'be'.
Please know that some are fighting to make the humans see,
Your brothers are already gone, but just lift your head, it's me.

You don't know yet my sad one but Im right beside you now
With years of hope, and blankets to wrap you in , just be.
A new life's just beginning, a soft bed waits you'll see,
I'm here to take you home with me, the future's hugs and me.

B.Wright.

This was written after a visit to the Greyhound auctions in
Dublins' Shelbourne Park Greyhound Track.2002.

Greyhounds being transported to spain

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