The
Zoo
Roll up!
Roll up!
She’s
in a cage
Admire with
‘oohs’
and ‘aahs’!
Marvel as
she screams
with rage,
And prod
her through
the bars
The
silly thing
she cannot
see
How nice
her cage
is done!
She only
wants to
turn and
flee,
To what
she thinks
is fun!
She’s
drying up
and growing
old,
While all
the world
goes on,
But as to
that we
only scold,
“You’re
pure while
they’re
all wrong!”
You
are a relic,
kept apart,
Unblemished
like a doll,
Stop pleading
for your
life to
start,
Accept your
rotting
soul!
It’s
best that
you’re
incarcerated,
In this
tomb of
ours,
Locked,
or better
still cremated,
You, not
life, shall
make your
scars. |
