Moon Bear ( trapped forever) lamentations all mine

Grotesquely transformed
in the tiniest cage
the moon bear has come through
what ought to enrage
her spirit
and now in repulsive repose
she’s lost in the rust of the wire
that just grows

sore and half broken
unable to rise
aching so much
just to now realise
the freedom once one had
the forest the roar
but now purgatory
and a bit more

the sick daily sojourn
of milking my bile
my sore is infected
how they defile

why am I still
in this dark dirty hole
with nobody out there
prepared to console

or pat me or smile
no one at all
just agony and sickness
they both come to call
I am a moon bear
preparing to fall
into the abyss
where some spirits evolve
down in the depths
my future to solve

Vietnam’s current sojourn
Is closeting the bears
Terrible stress
Really it scares
The life out of me
That humans still do
Milk bile from bears
Which they still do
Open and keep open
Wounds so that they
can milk off the bile
Now everyday
Recently 4 Bears did
At cacao trang
Really they do have to be
Now among

The most unfortunate souls
They died in ha long
Died of starvation
Which of course is all wrong