A rusty cage
\nAnd scant regard
\nFor the forest children, who
\nOn a cobbled floor
\nan affront for sure
\nWhat can we lovers do<\/p>\n
The wild ones have our constant thoughts
\nThey really should be blessed
\nWe are an outrage for what we do
\nTheir spirits we depressed
\nOn the rugged floor
\nWhat some ignore
\nIs what has become their test<\/p>\n
Bottles, old food cartons
\nA rubbish tip we have thrown
\nInto their cage
\nIn our paltry rage
\nWorse that many have known
\nOur acidic blood
\nWhat a filthy state
\nDark with mucus
\nAt a rate
\nOf terrible sickness seldom seen
\nWe are the pitiless
\nAnd The obscene<\/p>\n
Look at those poor bears
\nLeft to rot
\nTo drink our liquor by the pot
\nTo pass our habits
\nOr go to those
\nAnimal victims
\nHow we pose
\nSuch downright evil
\nOn their head
\nRemorselessly it seems they are led
\nTo walk the path of no return
\nWith many showing no concern<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A rusty cage And scant regard For the forest children, who On a cobbled floor an affront for sure What can we lovers do The wild ones have our constant thoughts They really should be blessed We are an outrage … Continue reading