The Zoo

On a hilltop not so far from Rhyl Mother took us to the Zoo as Mothers will The wind was strong and cold, the air was harsh Although it was in August, not in March Vultures in enclosures chained by leg Like convicts in a prison full of dread When they vainly tried to get away I felt their faith and hope dismayed Who had chosen birds like these to show? Even God himself would never know Entertainment,sadism, power Making people pay and children cower When we got back to the station I was sick What cruel minds played such a trick?