Other Dogs Remain
Robert Pollard
What if you give up your mansions
Baptized for stones and weeds
The jury has been corrupted
And the victims are one unlucky breed
One of you gets five
One of you will die
One of you survives
If you could, you would be a stranger to me
Better judgement pokes her gavel
Kindly would you succeed?
Come late inching to an open
Better view where outside you will see
Some of you fall down
Some of you must drown
Some of you will be found
If you are, you will be in danger with me
