I wonder, ten with graphic signs,
One in front, and one in back,
Shouting loudly punctuated rhymes,
Might it someone’s conscience crack,
I wonder, how many in a thousand,
Will change their minds, and turn around,
Or our cause, a full ear lend,
None, so far, that I have found,
I wonder, might a thought they entertain,
That when these creatures them amused,
They were, prodded there with pain,
Most days are caged, if not abused,
I wonder, if an elephant, a creature sweet,
Caring of its youngest so,
In such a cruel way would ours treat?
That to the circus they would go,
I wonder, if braggadocio and a whip,
And the blaring trumpet sound,
And the gentile top hat tip,
In such a cruel place be found,
I wonder, while they, their thousands count, the Ring dings, and the Barneys,
For that, have so much pain they caused,
With whip, and prod, and too much blarney,
Have for reflection ever paused,
I wonder, if the brain dead millions,
That need be entertained,
That makes these fat cats billions,
Not think, the lives they’ve maimed,
I wonder, will I change the mind of the masses,
With a sign that says you’re cruel,
Would that it be molasses,
A thin and liquid fuel,©05/05/2012
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My own experience, as a child, was when a second rate circus came to town and we had to pay three times before we got to our seats. The animal trainer use a pistol with blanks to control his beasts. I noticed that every time he shot that pistol, the lion urinated in fear. At nine years old, I thought, “how cruel.”
Ron
ultimately, we're all whores, boring
and vicious ones at that
keep protesting, my friend, your voice matters
john