Come to the temple

To be a temple elephant
Is a scourge on all the world
Of elephants who now must listen to
The babbling of believers
Look at my sores will you

Don’t talk to me of religion
With elephants in chains
His wounds are being scrubbed
Think hard of his pains
Listening to those so called prayers
Ringing in his ears
He will be covered in ritual garb
But no one sees his tears

This is not a sanctuary
The brethren are not saints
This vast and ornate temple
Thats the picture that it paints
Observance of the ritual
Creation of a hell
For elephants who are in fact
Never treated well

Lost in a sea of madness
Ganesh even they see
But its like a representation
Of something that cannot be
A living ganesh chained up
Beaten till he bleeds
What is this new religion
When the living soul now leads

The great big celebration
Covered in running sores
Inflicted by the mahouts
With their own personal wars
Against this breathing saviour
The elephant who knows
The greatness of his majesty
In the number of great blows

That he receives and daily
The bull hook and the stick
The ungodliness he suffers
They are surely very thick
They may have found nirvana
Or been told they have but they
And handing out the hell on earth
To the elephants each day

Head rolling castigation
Thats the elephants lot
Thats his means of telling us
The treatment thats he has got
There isn’t any justice
For the drubbing he can feel
The punishment and victimization
For elephants is real

Self restraint and self control
Is how the elephant lives
Trying to avoid the beatings
That truly only gives
Him more and more real agony
Restrained he has to be
Be blameless and inoffensive
From what is delinquency

The frustration of the human
Builds up it does inside
And we become the scape goat
Too big we are to hide
We become the whipping boys
Our sores explain all that
And elephants in a temple setting
All know where they are at

A place of some improbity
Where often the scoundrels hide
Making out they are holy
But from the other side
Unworthy really to be there
No respect for those
Who truly are admiring
But tragically can pose

Other simple problems
As elephants seems to do
Its very true we are very big
And there is a duty to
Look after us and feed us
And not put us under chain
For standing in a place too long
Causes us great pain

But we are seldom spiteful
Or vindictive let me say
Sometimes we may ran amok
And kill and then we pay
But thats because we have stood so much
And we need to take them on
Just need to remind them
That even when we are gone
Ganesh is in the background
Their Nemesis maybe
And he can haunt them
For their total inflexibility

Tyke was one such heroine
She took it to her head
She struck out those ugly ones
And left them all for dead
Trod on them and scrambled them
Like fried eggs in a pan
She goes down in history
As the one who took out man