Pure blackness,

Utter chaos and division,

Come on,

Please make a decision.

Marks of dirt,

Show how you made them feel.

For them,

It is so very real.

When you lock them up,

And hear their whines

And still playful ways

How are they still so loyal

After being tortured in yet another way.

And when their hearts are broken

And they stand in the dark with muddy paws,

I wonder if you feel bad even at all.

Ravenous appetites,

There are too many

For me to feed.

What shall I do?

And through and through,

You keep on going, guilt never showing.

And I have to ask myself how could you,

Why would you?

And then I know,

A fact that makes my heart grow.

One day,

The right kind of karmas will hit

The right kind of people

In the right kind of way.

I smile.

That’ll be the day.