The Dogs of War

They ran at you like a pack of soldiers.

Hungry. Vicious.

Scared.

Attacking mid the sounds of battle,

Affirmed in their needs, their actions.

We fed them the same processed shit for years.

They liked it. Loved it. They'd fight over it.

I used to think we had them to protect the house,

but when I got older, I found out my Parents

made em fight

for money.