Life of a stray

They barge , they throng in the garbage lies...the hunger , the struggle, to survive or to die 
They yelp, they whine they bark and cry , the four legged loyal beauty pie .
Beaten and crawled by the two legged demons , no occult practice is so gory before the humans .
Canines they are. With pain and love, No help does come from the sky above ..
A loaf , a piece , morsel, remnants in parcel 
They feed themselves and the young ones .. their stomach still crave for the biscuits and. Buns.. 
They live , they have the right to live,, the mother frightens all with fear , so that noone dare to cut little pup's ear.  Of all the flaws,  the country's flaws .. 
The life of dogs are in the hands of law. 
Telecast the nuisance on channels that lead to bags , loaded full of money ...  
How will they know that the stomachs of a stray  are always empty ?