The Circus
In the circus we were visiting
jugglers stood entertaining
While the ponies in the carousel go round
while the lion in the cage makes a yawning sound,
yet they are the funny people that are hurting .
The years they heard people laughing
at clowns with red noses, big and honking
or the time that boos resound
in the circus we were visiting.
How ‘bout the animal trainers abusing
so the crowd would notice the lion, the king.
How does applause sounds,
if your fate and destiny are bound
to giving happiness while hurting?
In the circus we were visiting.
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