Poor baby

A laborious insult
For a baby to take
It’s mother is missing
And thus for its sake
It’s frightened and woeful
Of why it should be
Left on its own and tied to a tree

What kind of message
Do you think that it feels
Total disharmony
And what that reveals
A massive upheaval
In such disarray
A giveness really
Has been taken away

A realness a positiveness
It had had
It’s matriarch mother
Protecting her lad
And now where was she
Where were they
Why was he
Tied up and a trudging
Around this old tree

It didn’t make sense
The sky was still blue
He could hear the birds singing
What he wanted to do
Was run in the tall grass
And play in the pool
But instead he was tied up
With no one to call

Kindred relations
Are the steel in ones gait
The sisterhood really
Whose power did inflate
The balance and evenness
that did abound
All compensation
To being around

An abundance and muchness
Embracing it all
The incredible sights
The knowledge on call
Being part of the whole
The entirety
And missing it all
Tied up to this tree

A new beginning
Monotony
Repetitive thinking
Circularity
And no solution
No assemblage of views
Seemingly actually
Turning the screws

Compelling me actually
Making me go
Around and around
And like being on show
Just repetition
Incessantly
In the hot sun
Tied to this tree

Young blood with ideas
And boyish charm
To sleep in the shade
Where it became calm
Or to chase after birds
Or to play with a twig
Or to eat some fresh leaves
So as to grow big

I couldn’t sit down
Just walk this way and that
Each revolution
Was where I was at
No variability
Nothing to see
Nothing to do
Only to be

Here trying vigour
But clearly my strength
Was not very powerful
To whatever length
I tried to exert
The tree was too tough
I was a prisoner
And in a huff

They were after my spirit
My wildness my power
Wanting to break me
And hour after hour
They left me to languish
In the hot sun
With no water no food
My whole life undone

This is what life’s about
I was sure
Reaching an edge
And feeling a bore
No one to talk to
Nothing to do
Then go round and round
And look up at the blue

The mahout would whip me
From time to time
Out from this universe
I wanted to climb
It wasn’t right for me to be
Left on my own tied to this tree

The great longevity
Where was it now
The vilification
I asked myself how
Man was unkind
And why do this to me
What had I done
I was born free