The Little Dog Barked

Have you ever stopped by a doghouse,

And peeked into the little hole,

The chained dog, whimpering,

The platter filled, yet not eager to feed,

It struggles to break away,

I wonder where it would sway,

To the master's bed, or to the nature's instead

Well kept, but with a collar band

Or hungry in the free land,

I asked what's overrated, freedom or loyalty, 

I think he answered, alas, I could not 

Understand what he barked.