I am not exotic i am just me

Stolen I was stolen
I might well be extinct
Left to fester in a hovel
It was as if I blinked
And all my world came
Tumbling down
The jungle the despair
Took everything I ever had
And left me without care

Dehumanised forever
Offended by it all
Scowling in my darkness
Treachery on call
Chained up in a dark place
Entirely on my own
I had become somebodys pet
But infact was all alone

Wrapped up in themselves
These types of people on the whole
Taking over someone’s thoughts
Wanting the control
Living with a shamefulness
And a lack of understanding
For we who become victims
To those always expanding

Their scrutiny their compliment
Their own artfulness
Taking without thinking
Of the encroaching stress
Chimpanzee’s are social creatures
Living For each day
So being forcibly taken from it
Its disrespect at play

Complete humiliation
It desecrates our soul
We do feel spurned and spat upon
Having lost our role
Life then has no meaning
We are prisoners in fear
Tortured into believing
Thats its better to be here

Human beings clearly are complex to a tee
Over indulged in many ways
And seldom are free
They cage themselves in their wicked thoughts
Denying others who
Live simple very natural lives
Shorter maybe but true

For me perhaps its facebook
Where my face you see
Perhaps the sense of being
And some integrity
Will be wholly realised
And my freedom might just be
Granted thanks to others
Who actually see me

Who actually live with mindfulness
And compassion at their core
Who believe that animals should have rights
And will not ignore
Mine and others predicament
And actually set us fair
Give us back our freedom
Just help us to share

An interlude of honour
And a belonging and regard
For frienship and for family
For exotica has scarred
So many of us sadly
What is hostility
And really an irreverence
For how life ought to be

Written in ashridge forest