Resentment matched resilience
\nrancour those who share
\nthe open road
\nhow it can goad
\nevery single bear
\nour wildness is a quality
\nthat few humans can see
\nthey can’t understand our fury
\nand irascibility<\/p>\n
why would they, they seem contented
\nwith a view to entertain
\ndespite the woes of travelling shows
\nsomething they must gain
\nbut for us its such confusion
\nits an umbrage they pass on
\nthat passion in our psyche
\nI mean its all but gone<\/p>\n
the tedium is evident
\na miserable cage is where
\nand constant movement in some truck
\nit leads us through despair
\ninto resignation
\nhow our life can be
\nso uninspiring and so hard
\nand repugnant actually<\/p>\n
its a war of nerves
\nand the hopelessness
\nfor there’s nothing we can do
\nbut go along with the sick regime
\nin the hope some light shines through
\nbut there are no expectations really
\nits sordid and its sad
\nbeing made to do stupid tricks
\nand wear human clothes,that just add
\nridicule and derision
\nto how we feel deep down
\nand there just is no affection
\nas we go from town to town<\/p>\n
walking on our hind legs
\ncycling a while
\nbalancing on a barrel
\nits hard to reconcile
\nall this fitful bluster
\nwith the wild life that we knew
\nthose windswept hills
\nthose forests
\nand the massive skies of blue<\/p>\n
the vulgarity of performance
\nour vanity is lost
\nit intimidates our being
\nits an enormous cost
\nthat we pay to be a travelling bear
\nin a troupe of bears that must
\nlament the passing of our lives
\nfor all of that was lost
\nthe moment we were captured
\nremorse was ours to hold
\nand really the discomfort
\nof the heat and then the cold<\/p>\n
of the boredom and our reactions
\nto the emotions that we feel
\nthere really is no remedy
\nand thus we just conceal
\nthe hatred of this system
\nit overwhelms us, we
\nare sentient creatures after all
\nand we suffer blatantly
\nbut human beings self absorbed
\nsee nothing of our woe
\nthey treat us as if we are made of wood
\nwe are part of the show
\nour responsiveness is measured
\nby their reactions and we see
\ntheir mood swings and frustration
\nwhen they take it out on me<\/p>\n
the trainer he’s impassive
\nwith the temper of an ox
\na coarseness that is grating
\nhe suddenly unlocks
\na dark impetuosity
\nthat results in beating me
\nthat bloody stick hurts, its really hurts
\nsmashed down upon my knee<\/p>\n
and I have to use the cycle
\nand stand on my hind legs
\nif there’s lots of pain
\nhow it does drain
\nhe is the dregs
\nof humanity I am sure of that
\nhe often makes me bleed
\nI am a mass of bruises
\nand he’s always taking speed
\nhe’s injecting and he’s drinking
\nand his anger overflows
\nhe hits his wife
\nI hear her scream
\nso for them it grows and grows<\/p>\n
the travelling really gets to you
\non the truck and off the truck
\nthe miles we drive
\nthe boredom of it
\nwe feel we are worthy of some luck
\nbut we never get even a bit
\nsome joy to help us be
\nits work and work and suffering
\nand that is all we see<\/p>\n
disillusioned, we are certainly
\nand the noises of the crowd
\nthe shouting and the jeering
\nit is jarring, we were proud
\nbears in touch with nature
\nwe commanded some degree
\nof respect when we went walking
\nthe demeanour of the free
\nbut now the added tension
\nof the prisoner whose caged
\nthe slave whose forced to work and work
\nand of course who isn’t waged
\nsomeone else decides your fate
\nyou have no will to be
\nindependent any more
\nyou are lost
\ndepressingly<\/p>\n
and you will get disgruntled
\nand it is bound to show
\nit may affect your performance
\nso the beatings are going to grow
\nthe expletives are going to surface
\nthe scowls are going to be
\naimed at you day in day out
\nand it hurts, listen to me
\nI am lonely no one loves me
\nno one cares and I
\nmight be a a great big hairy bear
\nbut I crave love which is why
\nI have a heart
\nI have a soul
\nI yearn for some freedom too
\nto sit to stand
\nand just understand
\nthat I have the power to do<\/p>\n
I have some soothing moments
\nto just recall some glee
\nto imagine I am in the hills
\nwith the wind now blowing free
\nand another bear beside me
\na lady whom I love
\nas we wander together peacefully
\nunder the sky above
\ninstead of this melancholia
\nthat wraps its fingers tight
\nthe angst of being lonely
\nthis evil that I fight
\nthe gravity of resentment
\nthat threatens to create
\nin me a reason to explode
\nand crush the reprobate<\/p>\n
I know this would be curtains
\nfor me the cold cold steel
\nwould be fired from someones pistol
\nand my pain would be real
\nmy life it would be over
\nmy dreams then at an end
\nmy love and all my passion
\nI have now to defend
\nand so I stay dejected
\ndespondent and subdued
\ntormented by the moment
\nfrightened by his crude
\nrantings and his beatings
\nhis sniggering and his smarm
\nhis banality is irksome
\nI just must remain calm<\/p>\n
and think of all the brightness
\nof a lovely summers day
\nthe gracefulness of dancing trees
\nwho with the music sway
\nthe salmon on their upward jaunt
\ntheir flashing silver flight
\nto get back to the rivers where
\nthey once saw the first light
\nremembering the storm clouds
\nflash across the sky
\nand feel the weight of rain and hail
\nand sit in the cave and sigh
\nthose memories within me
\nwith my lady at my side
\nall thrilling and instilling
\nin me a source of pride<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Resentment matched resilience rancour those who share the open road how it can goad every single bear our wildness is a quality that few humans can see they can’t understand our fury and irascibility why would they, they seem contented … Continue reading