I could not ignore the fury of the beast.
It was in this world unwillingly.
It raged against its iron cage.
It hated the noises that filled the city.
It tried to bend the bars of its prison.
It only slept when escape was impossible.
When it awoke, its fury was mighty.
It was trapped in a hopeless fate.
I knew that its anger was appropriate.
The captors never saw the injustice.
Today and tomorrow will be just like yesterday.
The wild lands of the past are gone.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.