Consequences of Captivity

The king of the jungle;
A slave behind bars
Forced to perform at the crack of a whip
Proud golden mane
Now tattered, brown straw

Gentle giants of the Savannah
Ivory gone gray
Feet,wide as tree trunks
Chained to the ground
Starved by restriction
In madness they sway

The lord of the ice
A prisoner, alone
In a world, no ice or sea, no where to go
Just a cage, brick walls, faces pressed against glass
One less set of paw prints in the snow.