By Christina Sharik - Copyright 1998
I am the circus elephant
I'm all dressed up for you -
but when alone, I always wear
these chains, just out of view.
I am the circus tiger -
A rare sight to behold;
when whips are snapping near my face
it's hard to stay controlled.
I am the elegant circus horse
I prance and trot around
I am a noble creature
I'm not a circus clown.
The saddest choice you humans make
is to keep me chained and bound
you make me dance, you make me prance
a circus ring around.
When I am tired or sad or sick,
you strike and prod with club or stick
I want to run, to play, to roam,
I miss my far, beloved home.
I have no voice you understand,
I cannot make you see
that you should listen with your heart
and simply set me free.
I hear there are some circuses
where only you perform.
I hope that someday soon, perhaps,
they will become the norm.
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