MIYAKO (beautiful March child)

We are a social animals
Friendship is our thing
When i was just six months old they
Thought that they would bring
Me all the way from THAILAND
And directly to a ZOO
In japan of all places
What a thing to do

That was 44 years ago
Imagine the suffering I
The heartache you can only dream
Most would rather die
The japanese are a hard lot
Angst was everyday
A concrete cell for Miyako
That has been the way

Wretchedness and misery
Despondency and despair
Unhappiness a tale of woe
Because this zoo doesn’t care
I now have a broken heart
I am bitter and I am sad
Having to endure a sterile patch
Described as really bad

Concrete really everywhere
The painfulness of that
The harshness and the roughness
That is where I am at
A complete lack of wonder
Disbelief and woe
I am taken for granted
I have no place to go
44 years imagine that
44 years on show

No empathy no sympathy
Despite my heart of gold
With nobody to love or care as
I am growing old
Missing the fraternal feelings
A soul mate possibly
Nothing but a sulleness
Bad tempered and vinegary

The punishment of disipline
Every single day
From human guards or keepers
This cannot be the way
Any soul should be treated
Zoo’s are a prison cell
Sentenced just for being alive
In a place so much like HELL

This lady needs your help so help share some light