No, No, No

No, no, no
I don’t want to weep blood
nor be the cause
of any other creature doing so

If it must exist
let misery go
and live in another neighbourhood

In the beginning
no one understood.

Good doggies, some said
(only half looking at us).

Others beat us with sticks,
or worse,
if we sidled up
to their campfires
while they were eating.

Oh the beatings!
Oh the cruelty!
Oh the misery!

Some of us have escaped it.

That’s why we’ve washed up on your shores.

That’s why we’re sidling up
to your campfires.

Good doggies, some of you say
(only half looking at us).

Most of you don’t want us here.

You hate it
when we weep blood.

Nothing's gonna change my world