What’s The Point Of A Circus? Poem by Ray Feasey

What’s the point of a circus?
It’s cruelty beyond belief
Not just for the animals
But the audience being fleeced

Underneath the big top
That’s faded stitched and bound
The clowns in yesteryears routine
Who’s bow tie spins around

The wire walking aging pair
Who once looked fit and now don’t care
The old ring master with hat and tails
Who tries to build applause and fails?

What’s the point of a circus now?
As technology provides such ‘wow’
Yet still the circus folk stay on
The sense of family clearly strong

Copyright © 2008 Ray Feasey