All its years of capture
Was torment and much fear
Emanated slowly out of every pore
A tear
Wetting eyes yes daily
The sadness of the scene
Captured by the arrogant
The evil the obscene
A death sentence for the innocence
Every single day
A captive it had been wild
Taken in the affray
Stolen it’s whole capture
Imprinted in its mind
Every soul that paid to see
Will pay in the next life
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.