The Savior

Look there is a body of a child in the garbage dumps,

Who has forced her to lie there as they frolick and jump

I can hear her screams in my dreams,

Can anyone not pick her and give her a sweet home?

The blood that flows in her vein is not blue

She is like us and her blood is red too

She deserves to be held in her mother's bosom,

But as the night chill falls it is spelling her doom.

Wonders of wonder, a pack of dogs around

Are protecting and shielding the child.

They lick her face and she stops crying.

Oh stop what is this nonsense story

Of child and hounds I am not buying.

Welcome to the real world where truth is stranger than fiction.