Lock down and its affect on a person of the forest

The Orangutan
An ape of magnitude and awe
A swinger and a bringer
A jungle man of war
Who faces up to zoo keepers
The lowest of the low
The snarling rotten tight arsed
Creeps
Who just wishes he could go

Far away from this damn place
This so called rotten zoo
Believing that our forest
Was not made for me or you
From the high trees
Of the tropics
And The Red Souls leap of fate
Once took him to the pinnacle
Where he would contemplate
The miracles of climbing
Of eating jungle fair
Not being trapped by creepy trappers
Plucked out of the air

And shipped off to some
Concrete cell
A stinking human place
No food and no fresh water
Just the keepers ugly face
Left alone to sweat and shiver
On their rotten floor
Bored out of our gracious minds
In a cage we all abhor

Frighteningly stinky
Trying to pass the time
The cage completely empty
No where for me to climb
No friends to ever talk to
A really lonely place
And the only joy presented
The keepers ugly face

And all this because of palm oil
And logging day and night
Orangutans and others
Have to move away
It just ain’t
right
Wild souls of the forest
We have rights, nothings new
Habitat loss is crazy
As is living in this zoo

Oneness really gets to me
Such solitude and pain
I feel just like a singleton
Alone with my disdain
Deserted and abandoned
A forsaken solitary
On my own
All by myself
Unaccompanied tragically

As days pass
More introverted
And standoffishness for me
So totally out of character
Those who knew me would agree
Becoming cold and so aloof
Withdrawn and hidden I
Couldnt hear the other souls
And I so missed the blue sky

Confined in utter purdah
Gawped at every day
As if I was in exile
Deported so to say
Banished to this prison
As if some old recluse
A castaway a hermit
Suffering the abuse

Of the ugly wrinkled keeper
And the dreg stench of his breath
Always trying to cuddle me
It really is the death
I have become unwelcoming
Impersonal and withdrawn
Totally out of character
Of the time when I was born

A solitary as shy as hell
Misanthropic too
If they could have only left me
In the jungle
What I could do
Far far from the madding crowd
In the forest green
Lots of camaraderie
And be a degree more lean.

Doing what god meant for me
Eating the jungle fair
Arborial the reddest ape
Really anywhere
The intimacy of being
Devoted to a place
Where god in all his wisdom
Had meant to see my face

Bewitched by the great jungle
Climbing every day
Nesting in the canopy
It is for us the way
Now such vile abhorrence
A rotten stinking zoo
Humans pretending to be apes
Every single day they hoo hoo hoo
Ha ha ha
Jumping, up and down
This is what we are forced to watch
Every loathsome clown
Impersonating who they feel
Their blue print so to say
We have to put up with all of this
Every single day.