“No dog is born vicious;
Vicious human beings,
Attempt to make them so.”
Mr. Ed
Born into sheer cruelty
Her only purpose, to kill
Enslaved, by dog fighters
For profit, and sick thrills
But Grace, was too gentile
In her soul, no desire to fight
So, they began using her as ‘bait’
Her left eye was mangled one night
And what good was she to them now?
So, they cruelly dumped her in the wood
She was then picked up by ‘animal control’
To be put to death – ‘for the common good’
Why should tax-payers have to pay for this waif?
She was starving, her ulcerated eye needed repair
Thousands of other dogs, would soon be arriving
Besides, how many people in America, even care?
But by the grace of God, a caring group found her
Their mission – to rescue deserving souls like Grace
They whisked her off to a modern veterinary hospital
Surgery was performed, on her mangled eye and face
And a most compassionate woman and her little girl
Now fell in love with Grace and provided her a home
This is the kind of happy ending, we rescuers live for
To every caring animal advocate, I dedicate this poem
No dog is born vicious;
Vicious human beings,
Attempt to make them so.
We need tougher animal cruelty laws,
Not tougher laws against animals.
And if you cannot possibly adopt
A deserving waif like Grace yourself,
Please help support animal rescue groups,
In your area, who can only continue their work,
If far more people soon decide that all life is precious.
©2009, Mr. Ed
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