Accusations are not helping Opal alas
\nCaptivity she will find is a morass
\nZookeepers go on about it let me say
\nShe may have been born there
\nBut that isn’t the way<\/p>\n
Her rainforest mind works
\nShe’s designed to be
\nHigh in the forest
\nIn the canopy
\nFreedom and fresh air
\nAnd a priority
\nOf space and of presence
\nAnd perpetuity<\/p>\n
An instinct prevailing
\nThe sun and the rain
\nHer life’s blood is up there
\nThe litter is plain
\nAnd simply not where she will
\nWant now to be
\nAlone in a squalid cell
\nStared at for free<\/p>\n
Not even a goldfish
\nAcquires that like for
\njust being gawped at
\nFor evermore
\nIts mentally draining
\nTo be centre stage
\nJust like a front cover
\nOn every page<\/p>\n
She has an identity
\nSecond to none
\nShe is no imitation
\nShe is number one
\nIn her world
\nAdverse to the constancy shown
\nTo her noisy chimp neighbours
\nWhen she is all alone<\/p>\n
Some talk about Orangutan’s
\nAs if they know
\nWe prefer to be alone
\nAnd Its really not so
\nIn this prison the tedium
\nNow of it all
\nIt is a hindrance
\nIt isn’t a rule<\/p>\n
I know they are fighting
\nHelping me be
\nAway from the Boswell chap
\nInfinity in a cage all cramped up
\nAway from the green
\nFrom the life in this strife
\nIts just so obscene<\/p>\n
Why victimize me
\nWhat have I done
\nMONKEY World wanted me
\nNot so much sun
\nBut a real place in real Time
\nWith others to share
\nThe old simian stories
\nOf which I am aware<\/p>\n
Things are uninteresting
\nStuck in this place
\nLeaden and heavy
\nNo one to chase
\nDreary and stuffy
\nArid and dry
\nThere is water here
\nBut I would rather lie<\/p>\n
With some mates in a place
\nAnd scamper about
\nRest when I wanted to
\nbe in no doubt
\nBoswell his arrogance
\nIs his driving force
\nBut it bores me to tears
\nInto my source<\/p>\n
No tree bark to strip off
\nNo lovely green leaves
\nNo insects to speak of
\nWhat this achieves
\nIs a monotonous life
\nAnd no stimulation
\nNothing to do
\nAnd no communication<\/p>\n
Arborial apes
\nAre forest souls
\nSat on our bottoms
\nAnd just a few poles
\nTo grab on and climb
\nIts not what I need
\nInside I am sad
\nAnd really I bleed<\/p>\n
With emotion and sadness
\nThat he keeps me here
\nFeeds me on watermelon and bananas
\nIts clear
\nHe might try a bit
\nPeanut butter and all
\nBut it isn’t like climbing
\nOn great trees so tall
\nThat bend from my weight
\nAnd curl in the breeze
\nSublimity really
\nIs up in the trees<\/p>\n
Will you all help me please<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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