Dogs

by Nick Anthony

The neighborhood is lined with houses
Whose yards are filled with mongrel hordes,
Kept safe behind white picket fences,
Unaware of the world beyond the wooden boards.

Peaceful nights are wrenched away
From hardworking neighbors needing sleep
When the howling hounds come out to play
And bark their prejudice across the street
To other hounds behind picket fences,
Also unable to see beyond their defenses.

Night after night the uncouth mutts stay woke,
Yipping and yapping their ode to democracy.
Until yapping becomes yipping in a cloud of smoke
And they are lost in a haze of their hypocrisy.

All while the suffering, sleepless majority
Are kept awake by the woke minority.
They wonder if the PACs of dogs on either side
Will ever look inward and get wise
To the folly of their two-tone protest
Across the streets of the midwest,
Against enemies decried as ignorant
Who–in fact–are not so different.

 

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