The Zoo
Never take credit when credits due
Work the job until it’s through
Move on to the next, there’s more to do
Here at the Human Zoo
Clanging the bars is just noise made
Our attention span has been waylaid
Listening to you is not why we’re paid
So stop acting the fool
Hiding inside is no retort
Come out of the bushes if you want support
It’s all noted on the final report
You’ve broken some rules
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At the Human Zoo the dead will talk
With open cages the animals balk
Afraid to get up and learn how to walk
Being the dead men’s mules
They couldn’t speak without history’s okay
They wouldn’t give their minds away
Scared perhaps of what others might say
Not offering any new tools
Progress was made for progresses sake
The boats go in circles out on the lake
The dam will not let any escape
From their clone-ish schools
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So how do we rise above the flood
When we’re up to our asses in the mud
Chained to each other through our blood
The same DNA pool
Such is the life that we have found
It’s starts to move forward, then turns back around
Screaming and yelling to drowned out the sounds
That might be different and new
Yet there are a few who try to amend
The wicked past in hopes to transcend
The old ways that are hard to bend
Here at the Human Zoo
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There’s lions and tigers, monkeys and bears
They take up residence everywhere
They all talk alike with ideas they share
A mirror-to-mirror view
They breathe the same air, they think the same thoughts
Heaven forbid that they ever get caught
Thinking something, they should naught
Even if it’s true
The Human Zoo will always expand
Churning out cages across the land
Like Moai[1] statues in the sand
Dull unpolished jewels
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And so they simply plod along
Constantly singing the same old song
Believing they’re right and the world’s wrong
Without having a clue
I can’t believe their minds are closed
They ran out of oil and their gears all froze
Why they won’t listen, only Heaven knows
It’s just a turn of the screw
But that is where our life is at
We’ve struck out before we bat
They turn away and refuse to chat
Here at the Human Zoo
[1] The ancient statues on Easter Island.
Submitted: January 02, 2023
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Best description of human society. Animals in a cage, with just a bit of polish on top to hide the fur.
Wed, January 4th, 2023 11:53amFacebook Comments
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The Easter Island statues fascinate me, also. But yeah, "sunlight is the best disinfectant." Brilliant poem!
Tue, January 3rd, 2023 3:51amAuthor
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Thank you for the nice compliment.
Mon, January 2nd, 2023 7:55pm