In Memory of
A Greyhound Speaks:
I call upon you to hear me
You wait for the starting gun
I wait for the pain
You pay for a night of fun
But I pay again..... with my life
At the track, paraded around,
you give a pound Or two
And pick me to win for you
I'm strapped up, pulled and pushed,
you take a seat and sit
With drinks and a bite to eat
A night out, It's a laugh, a bit of fun You say
As they pull my lead and drag me away
a number, a muzzle, a 'snazzy' jacket I stand
At the heart of this gambling racket
The trap rattles, shakes,
the noise breaks over me,
around me, others, not only me,
my brothers surround me
all of us stuck, confined we look
and find stress and fear,
our eyes expose, betray what we cannot say
Look at my face
I do not want to race
look at my eyes
I do not want your 'prize'
Look and hear and see
I do not want to be here
How can I say
I want it all to go away?
And above all
I do not want to fall
I do not want to trip and slip
and tumble down
on the dusty ground
and hear the sound
of my 'owner' moan
that draws me through to a horror known
to the thousands who went before me
the thousand who were there before me
the thousands who yelped, and cried, and died
but not just died
they did not just die
not at all, they did not just die
they were murdered, they were slain
with a captive bolt gun to the brain
lives in a blitz of blood blown away
the price that they were made to pay
when you gambled on a race
and they did not win for you
but they did more than lose because of you
So when it is my turn
To grow older and slower, and I do slip and stumble
And hear my owner mumble
You "know, it's time for him to go"
Will you care that it is so
When he takes me by the lead
And does the bloody deed
And leads me to a shed
And pats me on the head
And i'm shot dead
Just because I did not win
Just because you lost a pound or two
On a night out with your mates
When it's all over and they close the gates
Can I give a little bark and call for you
And will you come to me and comfort me
And will you save me and rescue me?
Will you hear my call
And save and rescue us all?
Written by Richard J Deboo
Running for my life
My mum was bred to make money...
My fate is now the same...
I'm ran and ran and ran and then I'm ran again...
You tell people we love to run.
It's what we where bred to do
Running for our lives to make blood money for you...
The industry is corrupt...
Its full of cover ups and lies...
The hidden truth is more than half of us dies...
You claim it for the ''love of dogs''
And the happiness is on our face....
How many of my breed for you ran their last race...
What happens if we don't make the grade...
If we haven't got that ''fight''
You take the Bolt gun to our head...
Tell me how THAT'S right...
We may have been bred to run
BUT we wasn't bred to DIE...
Each time you place YOUR bets on us...
Come LOOK us in the eye...
The fear that I'm faced with grows stronger
with each run..
I'm running for my LIFE....
I hope and pray I don't get the gun...
My mum lost 3 race's now she is no MORE...
She was beaten and killed and her body
dumped on the moor....
It wasn't just her life
her unborn pups too....
YOU are a part of THIS
it's WHAT your bets on us do...
I'm back from my last race..
I unfortunately didn't win..
My owner looks at me in HATE
as he throws the slips in the bin...
I'm loaded in the car
disgust is on his face....
He gets on the phone
''this useless bastard lost the race''
Now my heart is beating
fast I'm scared as can be...
I witnessed my mother's murder
I think it's the same for me...
We pull up at the roadside...
He drags me out the car...
I really want to run
BUT I probably won't get far...
He ties me to a tree...
Its tight around my throat...
He rumages around and
pulls a knife out of his coat...
I DON'T want to look at him
I close my eyes in fear...
I suddenly feel rain....
But then I realise it's blood from my ear...
He stands up and looks at me
and shoots me in the head...
I lost one race....
NOW I'm lying in a pool of blood dead...
I know you've read my story
and I know you want to cry
this is the truth
''YOU BET, WE DIE...
My number 1 Fan
So I worked and I ran and I earned you money 'man' you called yourself my number one fan
So I didn't expect when I started to slow
my life to turn out the way it would go
It was still sunny and bright
when you came in so light
and I thought we were off
for another race night
My collar and lead my coat on too
this was familiar I knew what to do
But when I got out the van there was no track in site
just a man, on his hand a inked bird in flight
He took hold of my lead, my coat off too
he lead me to a place and I watched as the bird flew ..
he put something to my head cold and hard
that bright sunny evening in that dirty old yard
So I came to end my racing days
as I lay there dying through the painful haze
I heard my number one fan as he walked away, say
'shame he was a fast boy in his younger day'
So when they tell you it's 'all harmless fun
'watching the racing 'Their just 'having a run ..
''The end for me came with a bolt gun ..
I'm at peace now and I choose when I will run ...
Written By Aileen Ward
I'm Lucky Girl the Greyhound
the pride of all the track,
I ran like the wind again and again
and never once looked back.
If only the punters would have known
that before I ran my race,
I spent 23 hours in a dirty old cage
...my owners 'secret disgrace'.
I've seen many dogs break a limb
I've seen the ones who run slow,
the dogs who do not 'make the grade'
I know where they all go.
I long for a rug by the fire
not in my kennel wet,
If only they saw how I 'live'
when they've finished placing bets.
I'm 'Lucky' girl the Greyhound
with a coat as black as night,
I speak for all us 'runners'
and tell you of our plight.
Although my name was 'Lucky' Girl
my 'life' was a living hell,
I was used and bred for profit
so my story I will tell.
Only when racing stops
and the runners stop being bred,
will we stop seeing yesterday's winners
with bullets in their heads.
Please remember 'Lucky' Girl
now my racing career is done,
I will finally see paradise
and in lush, green fields I'll run.
Copyright By June Burden 2014