To be a bear
\nBoth wild and free
\nTo subsist out there
\nIs to really be
\nGrounded and reigning
\nThrough wilderness parts
\nOut in the world
\nWhere life in fact starts<\/p>\n
So to come under the
\nSubordination
\nWhat became imperfection
\nBearing no relation
\nTo wildness and purity
\nFreedom and life
\nTo become a prisoner
\nAnd so much strife<\/p>\n
Chained to a floor
\nA ring through my snout
\nTo work the beaches
\nWhere they would flout
\nThe pain in my nostrils
\nEach time I was led
\nDragged through the sand
\nAnd so under fed<\/p>\n
The rest of my time was spent
\nChained to the floor
\nIt was dank it was cold
\nI never was sure
\nWhen I would be fed
\nWith nothing to do
\nBut dream of those wild times
\nAnd what I did do<\/p>\n
Of course I was sad
\nOf course in such pain
\nI heard human laughter again and again
\nSelfies they paid him to let me also be
\nPart of the photograph
\nYes that was me!<\/p>\n
A female who loved life
\nThe mountains to where
\nI used to stroll without any care
\nEat what I found or caught
\nShared the great scene
\nBut now as a captor
\nOf a man that was mean<\/p>\n
He never fed me the place
\nWhere I stayed
\nChained to the floor
\nSlowly I did fade
\nRats running about
\nThey were still free
\nThey told me why was it
\nI had to be<\/p>\n
Chained to the dirty floor
\nAll of the day
\nAnd all of the night sometimes
\nWhy did I pay
\nBeing such a big animal
\nWhy did I let
\nThis rotten human
\nLet me get wet<\/p>\n
And dirty and sad
\nCould I not escape
\nThe frustration and sadness
\nAnd losing my shape<\/p>\n
I tried to appeal
\nTo those by the sea
\nLooked into their eyes
\ni was trying to be
\nHopeful that they would realise I
\nWas sadder than them
\nThat I wanted to die<\/p>\n
But most of the tourists
\nFor thats what they were
\nCouldnt see passed their noses
\nThey were thick, and my fur
\nWas ragged and dirty
\nCouldnt they see
\nAs it happens these humans
\nAre sick actually<\/p>\n
So each day I was dragged here and there
\nAnd back to
\nThe shed where of course
\nI was chained
\nIt was true
\nMy teeth got all broken
\nMy eyes got all sore
\nMy heart was so painful
\nMy home was the floor<\/p>\n
There was no harmony
\nJust dissaray
\nAnd He often kicked me
\nOut of the way
\nYou have no idea
\nWhat its like to be there
\nI would cry in my sleep
\nWith the utter despair<\/p>\n
Then one day it happened
\nThe light came to be
\nMen came i went to sleep
\nYes suddenly
\nThey apparently freed me
\nCut off my chain
\nRelieved me of my iron ring
\nThat so hurt my brain<\/p>\n
They lifted me in a sling
\nCarried me to
\nA truck that was waiting
\nGod this was new
\nTook me to Tirana
\nTo be examined by
\nA doctor a carer
\nAnd there I did lie<\/p>\n
For a while I was fed
\nLove came back peoples cared
\nAnd now in PRISTTINA
\nIn a sanctuary shared
\nA beautiful countryside
\nGrass trees and all
\nThe sun on my back
\ni could hear the birds call<\/p>\n
Again I am free
\nIn a place that is wild
\ni feel like a bear
\nThat feels like a child
\nI can go where I like
\nI can sit and I can run
\nOr just sit out freely under the sun<\/p>\n
Can you know what that means
\nCan you feel for me, you
\ni am once again whole
\nI can do what I do
\nThere is food there is water
\nSomewhere to play
\nSomewhere to scratch
\nAt the end of the day<\/p>\n
Somewhere to sleep
\nTo dream and to be
\nAway from that shed
\nAnd that beach and just see
\nFools eating ices and laying about
\nAnd paying my handler
\nRealy to rout<\/p>\n
To torture me injure me
\nMake me so sad
\nAnd now I am here
\ni never feel bad
\nInfact I am happy
\nSo happy to be
\nIn a place where there’s love
\nAnd where I can be free<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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