I asked the strongest of the barking dogs
In a frenzy to ward off
A small intruder of their lot:
What the hell you come from?
Why are you barring your teeth
at a little of your lot?
It sniffed me to gauge my knowledge,
Blinked in distrust and said:
You seem to be a sample of the learned lot
You must know why we are so.
I cast my mind’s eye at an index
To pick the pages of our evolution,
References are in bright print
These dogs have been with our lot all along.
Refugees, migrants and the likes of them
are our imbecile creations in every nation.
In assisting their masters to ward of their own lot
Spanning civilizations
Dogs among themselves
Practice their pet right and echo
Your lot is not ours
Even on occasions
It does not cost anything at all.