Poor Prisoner in a cage <br />I understand your rage <br />And why you loudly roar <br />Walking that stony floor <br /> <br />Up and down all day <br />A wild beast for display <br />Or living in the heat <br />With sawdust, smells and meat. <br /> <br />Your forest eyes are sad <br />As wearily you pad <br />A few yards up and down <br />A king without a crown <br /> <br />Remembering how you chased <br />Your jungle prey, and raced <br />Leaping on their backs <br />Along the grassy tracks <br /> <br />But you are here instead <br />Better, perhaps, be dead <br />Than locked in this dark den; <br />Forgive us, lion, then <br />Who did not ever choose, <br />Our circuses and zoos<br /><br />Jordan Fuchs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lion-8/
