Freedom somewhere deep inside our memory, we see
\nthose open spaces look the verdant grass
\nand a big tree
\nits branches sweeping upward
\nI’m sure that I can climb
\nfeel that bark and taste those buds
\nand just feel in our prime<\/p>\n
conscious once again of daylight
\nof sunshine it just feels so nice
\nbeing able to just move around
\nwe’ve paid the price
\nthirty years of confinement
\nand experimentation did
\ntake our thoughts of what is
\nand somehow we did rid<\/p>\n
our minds of all this sanctity
\nand realise that we
\nwere fodder for the white coats
\nno one heard our plea
\nwe were just imprisoned
\nfor days on end we sat
\npeering through those ruddy bars
\nreally getting fat<\/p>\n
being shaved and operated on
\nand feeling sore
\nand sitting in our cages
\nreally for evermore
\nsometimes there were flashbacks
\nof the jungle and the sounds
\nbut as the months turned into years
\neverything just drowns<\/p>\n
out of what was instinct
\nnow the laboratory
\nthe cages and the loneliness
\nand how it came to be
\nAfrica so far away
\nthe sunshine and the pack
\nthe family what became of them
\nthere was no going back<\/p>\n
sadness came and went and came
\nsorrow too was here
\ntears I cried so many
\nbut nobody could hear
\nthe pain of being lonely
\nbeing alien and lost
\nyes its true the other chimps around
\nbut this prison cost<\/p>\n
many of them their sanity
\nthey couldn’t hack it they
\nsimply just went bonkers
\nand with their lives did pay
\nyou really had to really hold it
\ntogether in this place
\ntry to make the best of it
\njust try to save your face<\/p>\n
tedium was obvious
\nwhat really can one do
\nbut sit upon one’s haunches
\nand try to bring to view
\njust try to remember
\nthose jungle days of old
\nplaying in the water
\nand feeling very cold<\/p>\n
climbing on the liana
\nand somersaulting down
\nchasing one another
\naround the humans town
\nbeing chased by canines
\ngrowling angrily
\nrunning like the clappers
\njust up any tree<\/p>\n
peering at the rabid hounds
\ndesperate they were to catch
\nsight of us, they never did
\nas we were on our patch
\nand then that day of capture
\nthose growling guys with guns
\nthey threw us into cages
\nthey were clearly sons <\/p>\n
of bitches, bloody titches
\nthey manhandled us away
\nshipped us on some flipping plane
\nto where we had to stay
\nI remember that smell
\nvery well
\nit got into my nose
\nthere’s no smell like it
\nin the jungle
\nbut on us all it grows<\/p>\n
30 years of adversity
\nliving without light
\nnot feeling the sunshine
\nor the storm clouds bite
\nno snakes to contend with
\njust the hands of those
\nwho grab us and inject us
\nand really just dispose<\/p>\n
of all their drugs and medicines
\nin us, oh I’ve felt sick
\nmy muscles they atrophied
\nand my tendons have got thick
\nmy eyes are tired and weary
\nmy hearings not that great
\nmy hands are sore
\nyou knw the score
\nreally I can’t wait<\/p>\n
to leave this place for ever
\nto close my eyes one day
\nand just drift off to somewhere
\nI think now I did pay
\nenough to human consciousness
\nthe price was far too high
\nand now I need to just lay down
\nand hopefully just die<\/p>\n
then one day a commotion
\nlights were everywhere
\nthe window shields were all pulled back
\nI could smell fresh air
\nwe were taken downstairs
\ninto the enclosure where
\nmost never come back from
\nbut all of us did share<\/p>\n
we sat together freely
\nno bars around us, we
\nlooked closely at each other
\nwondering where we be
\nand why they had un caged us
\nand left us in a group
\nand then the doors they opened
\nI tried but I did stoop<\/p>\n
I saw the light, we all did
\nI saw some grass out there
\nI felt the warmth upon me
\nupon my greying hair
\nI couldn’t help but cry a bit
\nI ventured out into
\na grassy field where clover grew
\nand buttercups and dew<\/p>\n
the air was fresh and tasty
\nI gulped some breaths and felt
\nthe grass beneath my tired old feet
\nwhat sort of hand had dealt
\nthis royal flush kind of hit me
\nfreedom had we won
\na period of paradise
\nunderneath the sun<\/p>\n
a stream flowed into being
\nI went down to it, I
\nput my hand into the water
\nas it just flowed by
\nit felt so soft and healing
\nI felt so calm and well
\nrealising all of us
\nhad been released from hell<\/p>\n
we now were in chimp haven
\ntall trees climbed and ran
\nlots of grassy pastures
\nwhat now was my plan
\nto rescue flies and butterflies
\nand watch the red ants crawl
\nand sit and take in all of this
\nmy life to overhaul<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Freedom somewhere deep inside our memory, we see those open spaces look the verdant grass and a big tree its branches sweeping upward I’m sure that I can climb feel that bark and taste those buds and just feel in … Continue reading