Mixed Practice

Sing for the fallen

Oh blinding pain and I can't feel my paws
Hit by a car as they rushed for the stores
It was agony all night, and all through the day
"Wanted to see how it went" was all they could say

In a building of stone, 3 deep in cages
Meowing at the vets who take us in stages
Quick jab in the heart and the noises will fade
Thank heavens our destiny's already been made

In a cold, windy morning, 10 deep downwind
No wool on our backs, may well have been skinned
The shelter is there, not ten feet ahead
but the barbed wire cuts, as I'm pushed by the dead

My splint jars at an angle "I've fixed it" he said
"If I hadn't I'd rather shoot the bitch in the head"
"She's no good for showing, and her pups are too small"
I just lick at my wounds and curl up in a ball

"Never done this before", she said when I bit
The kid down the street when my tether had split
Never seen a kid, ever! Or a dog, not a soul
Except for my owner when he refilled my bowl

But none of that matters, it's dusted and done
But many will follow, the battle's not won
So sing for the fallen, as loud as you can
For all those who died for the actions of man