Dog And The Bone

As we walk through the streets,

we see all anxious for more.

The dogs are much better,

who are happy with food sweet or sour.

We find very little dogs,

who walk on two feet.

Everyone just wants the bone,

fruitful yet white as sheet.

For that precious bone,

people sacrifice their etiquettes.

They just turn into greedy pigs,

and forget those memories with mates.

Life gives us many chances,

to turn into the dog.

The bone is just a portkey,

to lead us to darkness and fog.