BALI the tourist trade in Monkeys

In Denasar And BAndung
Cruelty is rife
Long Tailed Macaques
Are captured close to cities
and treated to a life
Of awful strife
Their suffering
In the extreme
Is every single day
Chained up on short cutting chains
That drive all joy away
Staring eyes and gaping sores
and angst beyond belief
Stolen from their families
And given so much grief
Made to perform like marionettes
Dressed up and in pain
Or sold to tourists
For a pittance
Hanging on a chain

As babies they look very cute
But as they grow they will
Become ultra aggressive
And blood they are going to spill
They are always wild so actually
selling them as pets
In cruelty personified
Because ofcourse it lets
People think the opposite
And when things do go wrong
And perhaps a child is injured
Because the ape got strong
and really caused some injuries
Then poor judgement will
Make for a realisation
for the monkey it could kill

The Balinese should realise
It doesn’t do them good
To capture these wild monkeys
Really now they should
Leave them in the wild
To be themselves which would make more sense
But trying to earn some money
Really is no defence
They live a life of squalor
Suffering every day
So much desolation
They are not allowed to play
Chained up on short chains
That scuff their throats and make them sore
And with the soreness comes frustration
Really more and more

anger and emotion stress it really does
Get into their psyche they don’t get a buzz
From being trained to act out a sort of puppet show
Dressed up in clothes, and beaten
Making walking slow
Pained and humiliated
Insulted the affront
Of being made to knuckle down
Learning to do some stunt
Like doing the splits
Or riding a bike
It’s alien to see
We sacrifice each moment
And they never will be free
From harshness and from harassment
Condemned to living through
A concentration camp existence
Which just will never do

Their faces aRe disgruntled
Protesting all they can
So much exasperation
Where does it all pan
Out a life of boredom
Of aggravation too
Defeated by the wretchedness
That just comes
Poking through
Their blubbering is obvious
Tears roll everyday
The boredom it is evident
It’s dullness all can say
Humdrum And suburban
Uninspired they be
No forest or social order
Their lives stolen for free.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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