Last night I dreamed of an idyllic life.
One that wasn’t filled with stress and strife.
Long graceful steps I took with pride.
My family following me trusting and dignified.
We ambled from tree to tree, over-stretching muscles choosing the tenderest leaves we could find.
Cooling ourselves by jettising sand, made warm from the beating sun over our bodies
with our trunks.
The sight of water incites us to rush in full speed, to immerse our bodies, forming
gigantic swirls as we reserve our space in that part of watery heaven.
Dipping, splashing, diving and spraying bonding in the only way we know.
Pure unadulterated pleasure as the everyday grime is washed off our hardened skin.
And we glow.
Lazy days like this are what we are all about.
Never governed or imprisoned by laws designed to rein in our natural desires or
Scarey days, when I can feel unseen eyes keeping track of my movements
through the sites of a powerful gun.
Hunted for our tusks, but at least we have the freedom to take flight and run.
Known for our bravery we are not.
But mankind for all his weapons and bravery has to cowardly hide.
Thundering away in the opposite direction.
Our mighty muscles quiver and shake, whilst our fearful run
confirms our docile nature.
We love our families and care for our young until the day they’ve grown wise.
However old we are, we arae never wise enough to despise.
Real-life isn’t the same as the fantasy inside my head.
I’m forced to accept-:
Wherever I go, I’m chained.
If it isn’t my leg, its my neck and always my heart.
Weighed down by chains.
Weighed down by misery.
But never weighed down with love.
Oh! How I’d love to amble in the sun picking and choosing the leaves I want to eat.
But No! mine is tossed and hurled at me.
Denying me my dignity.
And how I’d love to drink my fill of water from a pure natural source.
No! I getan old tin bucket filled with chlorinated water from a tap.
Not really the same is it?
No warm delicious river bath spraying and playing.
Just a burst of cold water, shooting out from a rubber hose.
“Roll up, Roll up. See the giants of the earth in their magnificent spendour. Exotic
creatures all the way from India.
Bums on seats its called.
I am the hunted, as a thousand pair of eyes focus directly on me.
Bright spotlights blind me, making concentratiion hard.
Blaring music assaults my ears, I feel unreal more like card.
Scantily clad girls adorn my neck and ears.
Imitating gold and diamong droplet spheres.
Begging on back legs, handstands aren’t for me.
I feel disorientated, powerless, soulless and unloved.
Somehow I feel like I have been cheated and conned our of a life.
“Oooooooh. Look at those gorgeous eyes.”
admire those bums on seats.
But if they took the time, to look below the surface.
They would see that the sparkle has gone.
All that.s left is a blank unseeing stare.
This lifestyle has removed all meaning and pleasure from my life.
I sleep in a tent, dreaming of a life that lives on in my brain giving false hope.
I’m not allowed to make any choices and I’m sure fed up with my lot.
I can’t escape my restricted life.
But dream about one that gave me children and a wife.
Buti’m sure of just one thing.
We wouldn’t need man to help us.
If man our enemy didn’t try to confine us.
Luckily the law has now banned large or wild animals in circus’s.
This poem is about a circus elephant dreaming about how life would be for him if he was living in
his natural enviroment.