The Witness

I am in a hut
I am in a bungalow
I walk the red carpet
Seeing everything and nothing, real slow

With red and glowing eyes
I walk the filthy street
And in a rich lady’s lap I lie
And sometimes licking a beggar’s feet

I get beaten black and blue
And I do bite hard and true
Sometimes on a leash, sometimes free
Alone I roam, or in two or three

I will be everywhere, anywhere
Watching the spectacles, the joy and agony
Watching the world, everything they do
God’s eyes on earth, watching you too.