Zoo’s

A zoo starts off as a place of woe
For the ill regarded those who know
They were once wild souls in the wilderness
And are now subjected to captive stress
Based on financial gain of sorts
Not withstanding corruptive thoughts
Tiny cages no compensation
For wilderness their subjugation
Lost in value which we see
Picnic tables and swings that be
Taking space where animals should
Get their percentage which would have been good
Second fiddle to the amusement park
Or a shop of souvenirs thus dark
And no help for the wild souls who
Are cramped and left to rot
No clue
Of creative space
no facility
The disgrace
Of the human race we be

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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