I am killed for what I am
Bred to fight others large and small
Only doing what I was told
My meaning in history lost to everyone
Originally known for protecting my family
I’m sorry for what I’ve done
Please stop calling my kind a killer
We are kindhearted and trustworthy
Forced to fight to survive
We don’t get to choose our families
No helpline in reach
Only humans make us who we are

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