Behind Bars

                         We move from place to place      

                             With every new place, 

                                        farther,

                                      And farther.

                                      From the last.

                                   I’m held captive, 

                                   I live all alone.

                               No one of my kind,

                                  To see me cry

                  Just big striped cats that growl big meows,

                               And big giant brown bears,

                                   That roar, and roar,

                                   And the ugly ladies.

                                    Who hurt my eyes, 

                              Their screams and screeches.

                                  Throughout the night then.
                              They lean down and take a bow.                              

                                          People clap.

                                            For that?

                                   After all, who am I to judge?

                               I’m just an elephant strong wise

                               Once in a while, I dream this dream.
                              Where I’m back in Africa with my family.

                            Frolicking in the sun catching the breeze!

                                 They’re probably doing it now,

                                              Without me.

                                             I try not to pout
                                  But it’s harder than it seems.

                         I remember the day when they took me away

                                         A big truck came.

                                 There were nets and steel chains,

                                            And gigantic men. 

                                      who put me in a cage, 

                 As I watched  the land become smaller and smaller
                                  Until we were soaring so high.

                                      I could touch the sky

                                    That was when I was young.

                                        But now I’m not a runt.

                                         I miss it, I miss It

                                            sometimes
                                            I really do.

                                 Maybe someday, In some way 

                            I will feel the breeze and catch the sun

                                          But until then.
                                              I’m Here
                                              Held, 

                                             Captive

                                        Agent my will.



 
                   ANIMALS MATTER TOO!!!