Bears riding bikes

Converting the wild spirit
With cruelty and pain
Is a human trait
Unfortunately
It’s bigotry for gain

It’s erratic and unstable
It’s rejection of a soul
Refusing to accept a freedom
Coupled with a role
That relates to a wildness
Not shackled in some crate
In pursuit of circus
That I must so berate

The relinquishment of common sense
And common decency
Training bEars to a ride a bike
Is an absurdity
It really shows no function
It’s a trifling pursuit
And really unforgivable
With psychopathy at its root

Somehow we have lost our marbles
That this practice entertains
Circus is passed its sell by date
All spirit it now drains
Out of every participant
It’s a thoroughly unkind way
Of torturing wild animals
And making people pay

It’s noxious and unwholesome
And seeing this for me
Is evidence of regression
And base degeneracy
We have to put ourselves into the animal
And see
How we would feel upon this wheel
Of true insanity

Riding a bike and hearing the rabble
Cheer and give applause
What does it say to the poor old bearWho must wonder at the cause
It’s perversion from the word go
It violates good sense
It’s a hindrance to humility
and there is no defence

The authorities should crack down
And people should by now
Rise above the darkly swamp
And realise now how
Compassion for wild spirits
Empowers us to regard
The trainers as no brainers
And the wisdom of the bard