Concrete Angels

In city streets where shadows blend,

Lies a story of loyalty, without end.

Amidst the chaos, amidst the strife,

Exist souls seeking a gentler life.

Street dogs, silent guardians of the night,

Their presence unnoticed, out of sight.

Through bustling roads and alleyways dim,

They wander bravely, despite the grim.

Their fur bears witness to battles fought,

Yet in their eyes, resilience is wrought.

For within their gaze, a spark remains,

A testament to their enduring domains.

Let us raise our voices, let us stand tall,

For those who roam without sheltering wall.

With compassion as our guiding light,

Let's champion their cause with all our might.

For they are warriors, noble and true,

In a world where their worth is overdue.

May kindness pave their weary way,

And grant them peace at the close of the day.

In each wag of tail, in each soft whimper,

Lies a plea, a silent glimmer.

So let us unite, in solidarity,

For street dogs, symbols of strength and purity.