Look into my eyes, see my innocence

Gaze into my soul, feel my kindness

Place your hand upon my heart and your heart beats with mine

I was born of a promise, to be your best friend, to comfort you in loneliness

To always be by your side - beaming with pride

I am beauty eternal, a flawless creation

I admire you to a fault and worship you by nature

I am one of the few entities who believe in you without proof of your abilities

You are my shelter, without You I am homeless

I wait for you to feed me, without You, I will starve

Without You, I am alone to fend for myself, which is something I can not do

I was made Not to outlive you, because then who would take care of Me?

Always, am I, greatful for your existence and revel each time I'm near You.

Today is different..

Look into my eyes and see my sadness

Gaze into my soul and feel my sorrow

Place your hand upon my heart and feel that it has stopped

I was born of a curse

To be enslaved, abused and tortured

Once your Friend, now your Victim

I am hung by a tree, or drowned by your hands

I fear You each moment and shake at Your presence,

Once worshiped you were by the likes of me, Now I am ashamed of your very being

Once you fed me, now you poison my bowl,

Once hungered for your company, now starved to skin and bones

Most masters name me Buddy or Spike or sweetly after their favorite tune, a namesake from you - can only reverberate Beast, It or Doom

My eyes were made for expression of wonder and delight, Not for the lurking look of an imposing dog fight

There are beasts in the wild who show more merciful deeds- than the tragic fate that awaits us undesired breeds

We are not the adornly primped “Best in Show” dogs, whose accolades come from the roar of adoring fans

Our décor a makeshift macabre hooked up by chains and unsteady rape stands –shoved and forced by familiar hands

Ours is a freak show where our ring is battle ground, not a venue for prancing around

The roar we hear comes from shouts of men surrounding our pen, a brawl met by two agitators- a fate much worse than that of a Roman gladiator

A game of roulette, a faulty bet, alive for another round, the only regret- If I could run away, I’d try everyday, to escape, to be free, where’s our Abe Lincoln please find me

Give us back our brighter days, where a cage is a dog house not a cell from hell,

where a chain is a harness, not a spiked choker

where a handler is gentle,  not a moneyloving broker

Give us back our dignity Badd Newz, cause the truth be told,

Even when we win we Lose......

Written by: Lisa Medici 2008-for the beloved Michael Vick dogs

 Stop all Cruelty to Animals

 check out the Vicktory Dogs, their image on Wine Bottles, dogs and wine my two favorite past times

http://www.sportsnet.ca/football/nfl/2008/11/13/Vick-Dogs-Wine-0/