TERRORISTS ARE DOGS NOW

HUT- HUT-HUT-HUT-HUT-HUT Look! A DOG! LOOK AT IT.
Perhaps it needs a tune up, and refresher on life.
Has she seen the sky? Up close?
Now this is it to live
For a moment so strongly and savagely
She can live like a dog was not meant to live, but
But like she was destined.
We are lucky to be here, to be the ones to launch her from
PUPPY
to Dog
To destiny fulfilled,
NOW
The destiny of the Dog is now.
If our choices are from life or death
There is impotent, inevitability of a pathological end
thrown in my face.
failure
We are not trivialized because there is spirit in our guts
And we will not hand them over, over to you
To temporal, material, empty little world
Not to a world when we have spirit!
When aching and a future sets the foreground
Not even when and because we are not longer alive.

This it is to be no longer a
PUPPY
But a Dog.
from one second to the next
A Parabola
but also Free.