No man is a dog; nor a dog, a man - One can only be treated so. And yet these metaphors are bad – Which I now intend to show. There are dogs on street and dogs at home So, a street man can’t be a dog, For then would men at home also be dogs; Though never Bull or Alsatian; for all are one. A dog’s got no moral sense; a man has at least some. And even if he had none, The categorization is worse, and not less; For, a dog’s still known for its faithfulness. The street boy might become a millionaire, And a millionaire, come to the street; A shack is still a home to someone; A cover from the heat, a rest for one’s feet. A child still laughs in the slum A baby still cries in the palace An eye still awaits one more dawn While one wishes the night would prolong. The slums have their dogs; dogs of different breeds. Some belong at home; some rover on the streets. But slums and all settlements are known for their men, women, and children; Though rich or poorer they be; They are one of us; And in ...
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