Subjugation

Cruelty that’s what comes out of this
Violence and evil and wrong
Temples and monks all are changing
And elephants that do not belong
In chains with mahouts and long sticks
And the fear
Poor broken spirited souls
The biggest land animals
GOd put before us
Tearful and clearly now poles

Apart from the so called religion
The kindly the expectant force
The insanity metered out daily
With psychopathy at its true source

The absurdity really of making
An elephant feel like a mouse
Making him prey on some altar
Where is the truth in that house
Our ignorance and lack of consciousness
Listening to his sad cry
As down on his haunches he is made to go
His poor legs full of aches Which is why

The religion of lies superstition defies
The gullible knowing in haste
The foregone conclusion
Is it’s an illusion
And truthfully nothing is based
On fact here on thought or on caring
This elephant has taken stick
Been beaten and starved and broken
And I know in my heart he feels sick

Yes the monks with their mantra that startles
The wild souls who really should be
Out in the jungles where they were put
Not under the cosh but still free
Making them bow to our gods in this way
Is an truly irrational way
It’s not what the elephant ever should do
It’s mindless behaviour I say

It is just humiliation
A debasement of a great soul
These temples are pimples of demonic darkness
Wanting of course to control
Over stepping the true course of wisdom
The extravigation .of power
Exceeding all limits of fairness
And doing it hour after hour

Where are the scholars of nature
Where are the learned who see
Why is it simpletons waving their sticks
Who have the power over me
This is the elephants wisdom
It contradicts all that we hear
The malapropism of monks on the ground
And the great clouds of resultant fear

Hear the cries of the great one who gets down
And begs to be seen and to be
Displaying his affection for crouching
And concealing his purdah from thee
Suppressing his anger like crazy
Prepared to just well limp away
Knowing if he should attack his mahout
That his whole life would go so to say

His challenge is one of existence
Beaten down each time he roars
This elephant really is suffering
But In essence he gets no applause
For aching or feeling the torment
The false friends are now everywhere
Usurping his free will to rest on his laurels
And go for the instant despair