The following poem, written by Lynn Kargol, reflects how the greyhound-racing industry might look from the perspective of the greyhound. It is this viewpoint that often is ignored when discussing the greyhound-racing industry. To read more heart-breaking poems about greyhound racing, click here.

Free at Last
Racing days are over
Thought the pain would go away
But soon I learned a different fate
Was headed straight my way
He reached his hands into my cage
And pushed me out once more
I glanced at all my weary friends
As he led me out the door
It hurts to walk; it hurts to stand
Been through all I could endure
But all my pains are nothing that 
Somebody’s love could not cure

I’m pushed against a concrete wall
And know I’ve failed the test
He said I wasn’t fast enough
And reached into his vest

I close my eyes and cower
As I shake, my senses dull
Then I feel the barrel of a gun
Against my skull 

Isn’t there a better way
To entertain a crowd?
But my thoughts are interrupted
By a noise so hard and loud

I’m just another failure
Racing to my final day
And sometimes all the winners
Will lose a race someday
They call it an “exciting sport”
They say that it’s humane
But a sport that always ends in death
To me, is not a game.

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