Circus

lion Tamers are past masters
Of cruelty and pain
Of fear for they are torturers
Experience again
The evil and the arrogance
That comes across right here
A cage a lot of Lions
Charged its very clear

A givenness thats taken away
A freedom that is lost
The bedrock of their being
Is an enormous cost
Stolen from the jungle
And thrust before a crowd
Of ignorance and of mayhem
In which the Lions are bowed

Down before their masters
The tamer so to say
Who abuses every nuance
And only makes them pay
Their neverness of always
Their emptiness of now
They are nobody in the many eyes
They were once Kings but now how

Can they ever gain respect
It was cancelled long ago
In some hypothetical kingdom
So out of the flow
Such a ponderous ambition
Their potentiality
Wasted on these ignorant souls
Whose minds were never free

Water hoses and bloody spears
Against the talons here
Those humans clearly hated
Despite the innate fear
Of human retribution
Those lions went for the kill
They were very angry
And blood wanted to spill

Circus and wild animals
Is a spectacle of sin
There is no authenticity
By now it is wearing thin
To even have suggestion
That it ever had a place
Its cruelty and abuse of life
In a nutshell a disgrace

We really are the parasites
In this whole affair
Taking advantage of animals
Who really are aware
Unthreading their spirit
Unravelling their soul
Removing any respect they had
As evidence of control

Well it all went wrong and sadly
The Lions were left to roar
To radiate their anger
Chaos and some more
Everywhere was violence
The beginning of the end
An epilogue of evil
Burst forth to defend

I hope his wounds were painful
I hope gangrene set in
These trainers are no brainers
The drums of hell the din
Is vile and it is deafening
Don’t you think we don’t know the way
You get these KINGS to do the tricks
By savaging them every day

By instilling fear into them
And promising them more
By breaking down their spirit
And what they are breathing for
To do your stupid ignorant tricks
And be seen as little lambs
Whose mother would given half the chance
Ensure, that she rams

Her big horns up your arses
And you expect us cats
We are Kings of our jungle
Even swirling gnats
Are significant in our world
So to subjugate us so
Is cruelty personified
And its why circus has to GO