Circus to me its melancholia for all

Its rather like a mirage,
in the making
Perceived rather than seen,
it just appears
No one really wants it,
it suddenly arrives
Assorted vans, a carousel,
and tears
The journey from the last town
The show it trundles on
Up early, get to bed late,
its all about performing
But nobody on earth cries
when theyre gone

Gangs of local blokes,
they put the tent up
And when its up
they call it the Big Top
Around the back
in dirty cages, roaring
The animals who must pray
that it will stop
The innocent wee children
are the put upon
Indoctrinated
by their ignorant Dad
Who promptly takes his charges
into see the show
Too pumped up with ego,
to realise how sad

The animals appear
its hard to hide it
But arrogance hides
everything they say
Its amazing what a stick
of candy floss can do
The sawdust ring,
the music that they play
And very clearly animals,
sweet animals
Stolen from the wild
and brought into
A circus of all places,
look into their faces
Vacant ghostly faces
give the clue

The clowns a group
of tired old men, in masks
Their noses red
Limping around with buckets,
of water clearly fed
Up, its in their gestures despite their masks and paint
The mask hides their resentment
so totally it ain’t

A pleasure to be working there,
and travelling around
Imagine the wild animals in filth and clutter drowned
Lousy food, wet cages
and shit from there to here
Dehydrated, through little drink and carrying such fear
The fear of abject torture,
their claws ripped off, the pain
Of literally pulling off the claws
You would not want that again
Sawing their teeth
and cutting them damaging their paws
The jugglers and the acrobats the high wire act, that scores

Bruises apparent powdered well,
Life is hard for humans in the circus
But compared to their wild jungles
this is Hell
They train the animals every day in a nasty crippling heathen way
Elephants get the bull hook plunge
prods and sticks, and ropes, till gunge and pus pour, from infected wounds
and a dozen other rotten tunes.
The innocent children
How can they ever
Realise what is
behind the endeavor
To see the animals
they get a high
for their loaded with bling
and inside they cry

scumbags are everywhere
that is to say
in from the streets
or the home made cafe
Some councils corrupt
giving licence to those
Who ill treatment and torture
under their nose
Low life, the sicko’s,
testicles small
Cowards with long prods
answer the call
They really lambaste them
the animals who
Must be there performing,
whatever they do

Stand on their heads
hear the elephants cry
It hurts them to do it
they would rather die
But for some its
cheap tricks they are
bashed up so much,
by hard hearted humans
so much out of touch
My appeal is to ban
circus Ban! it outright
Treat all with respect
for day became night
When the travellers
started their mission
and found
It wasn’t the easiest
job still around
And the animals suffer
given a hiding
For nothing in fact
and all this is riding
And what is the outcome
of the strategy here
Living close to the animals
who seem to fear
The people whose sticks
really hurt them and they
Are hurting inside
and outside everyday
Training the wild spirit
out of these souls
Means you torture and
ravage them, drawing dismay
Killing them slowly
destroying their soul
and gradually drawing
them so as to control
Hurt them and kick them
lets hear them cry
Coupled with expletives
and boy do they fly
Animals should never
ever be here
In these terrible circuses
now that is clear
They have to be
banned world wide and unless
they are we are adding
to all of their stress
To the animals dying,
to sickness and pain
Circus is wrong
it is not their domain.