Animalia - Poem by Nicholas Peter
The roar of a mindless lion,
the nobility of a cage,
doesn't make sense to him.
A musty bull elephant,
grows angrier each day,
the zoologist pokes and laughs.
Monkeys swing and dance,
at high noon for jazz crowds,
no honor in a gorilla's ballet.
Men that mirror apes,
they live in houses that aren't akin,
to a cage-
Where is the fairness?
One species in comfort,
while the other suffers.
The blonde bimbos,
who snap pictures of tortured otters,
who live in a one lane fake river.
Crocodiles swim within inches of each other,
suicidal death rolls,
they'll eat themselves instead.
Suffering wolf's howl,
the animals in pain,
disdain for life,
nature sheds it's tears in storms.
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