Screwed up ele

A wildness is our quality
It’s what we are here for
We are pre programmed with knowledge
And Instinctively are sure
This is wholly practical
Great lifetimes set this to
The music of the species
Which includes all of you

From infants stage our innocence
Is so misunderstood
We learn much from our mothers
And all of that is good
The wickedness of humans
Their amorality
Can mean they come to capture us
And stop us being free

For them it’s not malpractice
They don’t feel their guilt
But truly they are perverted
Right up to the hilt
And the wild souls feel their improbity
Their deviousness and they
Don’t want that for their offspring
It happened to me today

I am a baby elephant
My mother cannot be
A matriarch a leader
In a herd still free
She is a splendid teacher
With pre selected power
With lots of ancient knowledge
Dispensed hour on hour

But she alas is shackled
Chained up in a yard
Cannot lead the others
For her life has got hard
Cannot pass her knowledge
Down the line to me
Or any other elephants
And is upset naturally

When I Was born she hated it
She is neglected everyday
The humans are so ignorant
In every single way
To bring me into this sad world
By insemination
She,
has really been beside herself
She doesn’t feel those free
Thoughts of wild and naturalness
She feels challenged actually

I am not her baby
She doesn’t want to know
It’s kind of illegitimacy
Unlawfulness you know
And so she doesn’t see me
As her child No not at all
And acted very strangely
When I tried to call

Kicked me yes she kicked me
I am alive but she
Doesn’t want me near her
Though I cried incessantly
It’s really made no difference
And probably will not
Though she gave birth to me
I still haven’t got

A mother who will love me
I am a waif it seems
A manipulated Ele
Created by the teams
Of humans artificial
Not of Ele time
And my mother doesn’t want me
So I begin my climb

Out Into a history
A journey to somewhere
In alas captivity
A baby in despair
And torture in his psyche
And nothing to uphold
No gratitude for living
And no doubt I will be sold

To a circus into slavery
And my poor mum feels that so
She knows not what will become of me
And how fast I will grow
That I will not feel freedom
Or a wildness in my soul
But I am terribly miserable
That that’s to be my role

And so I cry out painfully
In the hope that I may be
Able to escape this world
And possibly be free
The Summerland it beckons
Where others have gone before
A circus life is no life
Of that dear friends I am sure