Supposed entertainment
\nBased on arrogance and grief
\nOn ignorance on hollowness
\nAnd, alas belief
\nIt truthfully lacks substance
\nFictitious in a way
\nCharacterless and meaningless
\nWhere all the animals pay<\/p>\n
Circus is a world of difference
\nFrom reality
\nIts poles apart from wildness
\nIts unsuitability
\nAt variance with Nature
\nUnbecoming to us all
\nIts wrong and inappropriate
\nFor me it does appal<\/p>\n
Any thoughtful caring person
\nWho would realise
\nThe lack of real humility
\nAnd for me thats no surprise
\nIts about discrimination
\nAn a unravelling of life
\nDisruption and fragmentation
\nWhich for me was total strife<\/p>\n
A total disconnection
\nA gradual decay
\nLonely shunned and isolated
\nEvery single day
\nScreened off segregated
\nA disunion of hearts
\nNeglected just left hanging
\nIn an assortment of carts<\/p>\n
Excluded from our extinctive role
\nInto a chaotic state
\nWhat becomes irregularity
\nAnd disharmony to date
\nA, constant upheaval
\nA madhouse in a way
\nIts the daily pandemonium
\nWhat else can one say<\/p>\n
Disorganized and jumbled
\nConstantly on the go
\nUnbelievable monotony
\nThat actually does grow
\nA continuum of cruelty
\nA conveyor belt of woe
\nA lack of understanding
\nWherever they now go<\/p>\n
An endless band of part timers
\nAn Unremitting stress
\nTrainers most no brainers
\nMost just caring less
\nA gathering of performers
\nAnd assembled souls who must
\nBe trained and then restrained
\nTo a life that will disgust<\/p>\n
Travelling, its endless
\nInnumerable delays
\nAccidents are ever-recurring
\nStuttering displays
\nRepetitiveness a hammering they get
\nNo chance to be
\nThemselves they are now prisoners
\nLocked up and made to see<\/p>\n
To rehearse on perhaps
\nthe most painful feet
\nOver and over again
\nTesting our endurance
\nAt overcoming pain
\nIt all is never ending
\nFrom the cradle to the grave
\nWhen you just pray to not wake up
\nWith nobody to save<\/p>\n
The fraility of confinement
\nIts mutability
\nA fugitve in this foriegn place
\nIn perpetuity
\nNon-stop, being on the go
\nIncessant and unreal
\nInterminable the boredom
\nHow can one conceal<\/p>\n
Creation never meant for us
\nTo operate in this way
\nTo live in mobile carriages
\nEvery other day
\nTo face the wrath of climate
\nThe frost the ice the snow
\nThe heat not having food to eat
\nAnd not knowing where we go<\/p>\n
The past is in our memory
\nBut it is gone for good
\nThere is no point reminiscing
\nIts elapsed its expired
\nAnd we should
\nmove on
\nBut the mishaps that we face
\nUntoward and ill-omened
\nIts hard to stay the pace<\/p>\n
Chained up in our cages
\nNothing was thought through
\nSurvival of the fittest
\nReally we all do
\nSuffer every moment
\nTossed from side to side
\nThe restlessness of giving
\nTo every single ride<\/p>\n
Our food is really awful
\nOften rotten frozen too
\nTasteless makes us sluggish
\nNot wanting to do
\nAnything, and the strong-arm tactics
\nThat they do deploy
\nThey are bloody aggressive
\nAnd there is no such thing as joy<\/p>\n
They whip us when they want to
\nOften mad with rage
\nBruise and crush and wrench and strain
\nIts all off the page
\nThey have the power to alsrm us
\nThey are in the driving seat
\nThe tricks they give us we have to do
\nOr we are just dead meat!<\/p>\n
Overall a shallowness
\nPervades the circus scene
\nIts undefined and chaotic
\nA skewness of the mean
\nIts sort of a mutation
\nContorted and weighed down
\nMishapen and ugly
\nWhen the Big Flop comes to town<\/p>\n
With life on the back burner
\nSurvivability
\nBecomes the thought most of us have
\nBut our bio energy
\nIs constantly under pressure
\nAs is our mortality
\nWe are unpsid martyrs
\nWanting just to be free<\/p>\n
There is no liberation
\nWe are prisoners in fear
\nWe have lost our social groups
\nWe are primatively clear
\nLost souls in a human bubble
\nDrifting through the night
\nSubjected to discomfort
\nTo anguish and to blight<\/p>\n
The big flop is so harrowing
\nTorment is our gift
\nOur threshold has to grow and grow
\nAdversity to lift
\nUs Out from all this painfulness
\nInto violent sleep where we
\nCan feel the stabbing shooting pains
\nFor all eternity<\/p>\n
There is no let up wildness
\nHas been driven from our soul
\nWe are cripples to a system
\nThat sets out to control
\nMendacity and deceitfulness
\nAre the order of the game
\nSo many double standards
\nI for one am lame<\/p>\n
Trainers they are torturers
\nTotally insincere
\nShifty sly and treacherous
\nMad from ear to ear
\nReluctant to be honest
\nSuch negativity
\nConstantly they bash us
\nWe, can not be free<\/p>\n
We pray the circus closes
\nAbandon them today
\nThere is a rottenness about them
\nAnd everyone does pay
\nMaltreatment and unkindness
\nAre the winds that fill their sails
\nCruelty and spitefulness
\nMake up the circus tales<\/p>\n
Consign them into history
\nDeliver us please do
\nSnatch us from the jaws of death
\nGet us out will you?
\nSave our skins untie us
\nUnlock our chains so we
\nCan close our eyes forever
\nAnd be forever free<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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