I remember my mother
\nShe did love us so
\nTwo little cubs
\nShe watched us grow
\nShowed us the ropes
\nBuilt up our hopes
\nNurtured us till
\nIt was her time to go<\/p>\n
The existence of man
\nIn Russia where we
\nLived our wild life
\nIn perpetuity<\/p>\n
The realization
\nOf wickedness they
\nUndeniably given
\nAnd made to pay<\/p>\n
Foxes and badgers
\nAnd wolves and boars
\nBears and Raccoons
\nWent through the wars<\/p>\n
Chained up and muzzled
\nHurled into pain
\nStartled and bitten
\nBy dogs and again<\/p>\n
We were the bait
\nOn a plate
\nAnd our fate
\nWas vile and dispicable
\nAnd has been of late<\/p>\n
It was all about hunting
\nThe hostility
\nEach confrontation
\nFelt contrary<\/p>\n
To anything fair
\nWe were tortured each day
\nChained up and allowed to be bitten
\nAs play<\/p>\n
Total disorder
\nIncoordination
\nThe lack of discipline
\nAnd abomination<\/p>\n
Embroiled in such cruelty
\nWe were the bait
\nTumult and frenzy
\nWe in such a state<\/p>\n
All hell broke loose
\nA whirlwind of pain
\nSnarled at and balled up
\nAgain and again<\/p>\n
A riotous state
\nA tempestuous taunt
\nUnruly and knotted
\nThis was no jaunt<\/p>\n
We were all wild
\nWith vigour and drive
\nBut were cut down to size
\nSo as not to survive<\/p>\n
Powerless to fight back
\nDeposed of our bite
\nDisentitled and deprived
\nDisarmed for each fight<\/p>\n
Neutralized undermined
\nMuzzled and tied
\nDrained of our forces
\nOur strength was denied<\/p>\n
It was all about violence
\nEach outburst we saw
\nDogs at our throats
\nLike never before<\/p>\n
Brutal and bloody
\nThrashing and rough
\nVolcanic and seismic
\nAnd exceedingly tough<\/p>\n
In a limited space with a chain
\nPulling tight
\nTwo dogs at your throat
\nNothing is right<\/p>\n
Uncaring and reckless
\nSlipshod and slapdash
\nUntended and unprotected
\nTreated like trash<\/p>\n
Ignored and passed over
\nOur testimony
\nRefuted by all of them
\nContradictory<\/p>\n
The dogs demonstrating
\nAnd evil abroad
\nTrained by the wickedness
\nWho could afford<\/p>\n
Trained to be callous
\nIn so many ways
\nDriven mad and unhinged
\nIn a deceptive phase<\/p>\n
The drama of karma
\nNo where to be seen
\nJust disinclinstion
\nAkin to obscene<\/p>\n
Indisposed and reluctant
\nTo ever be fair
\nWe were wild we were fair game
\nAnd I was the Bear<\/p>\n
Endurance and fortitude
\nDrummed into me
\nMy mother her lessons
\nHad unceasingly<\/p>\n
Prepared me for humans
\nWhose obstinacy
\nWas often fanatical
\nUnbendingly<\/p>\n
As for their wickedness
\nAngst grief and woe
\nThey were outrageous
\nAn insidious flow<\/p>\n
Of distressing ugliness
\nTeetering on
\nThe edge of destruction
\nOut there upon<\/p>\n
The snow of the forest
\nThe iciest breath
\nWe fought like the clappers
\nVisiting death<\/p>\n
Pouncing and falling
\nAnd pitching into
\nRavage and harry
\nSpoil for a fight
\nThat is what they do<\/p>\n
Bloodthirsty battles
\nThe dogs of war
\nArmed to the teeth
\nWanting our gore<\/p>\n
A continual struggle
\nWretchedness rules
\nThe trainers are evil
\nA complete bunch of fools<\/p>\n
Annus horribilis
\nThat describes each day
\nEach hour and in each minute
\nIn every way<\/p>\n
Coerced and subjected
\nTo terror in vain
\nTo utter persecution
\nFor draconian gain<\/p>\n
For us it is hopeless
\nNo prospects at all
\nI am inconsolable
\nYes as a rule<\/p>\n
No place for gallantry
\nBottle or guts
\nIt only brings agony
\nFrom those mad muts<\/p>\n
Its best to give up
\nLet the dogs have their way
\nProtest to our gods
\nReally just stay<\/p>\n
Put
\nbe the coward
\nThat like to scream
\nAt least it is over
\nThis nightmare dream<\/p>\n
The next life
\nOne hopes will be better than this
\nWill be wild and far away from
\nThe human abyss<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I remember my mother She did love us so Two little cubs She watched us grow Showed us the ropes Built up our hopes Nurtured us till It was her time to go The existence of man In Russia where … Continue reading