A Silent Cry.

Chains in back legs connected to the front legs Threatened by the harsh comments Anytime expected blows with stick This scorching heat The bituminous tarred surfaced road I cried silently and cursed my birth The only happy thing I enjoy An opportunity to thrown soil on my on And the occasional bath in an open pond Or the presents of people by eatables The good bananas, or cucumber That remembers my childhood care The past memory somewhere I keeps My mother's cares, the swimming trials My native home being wild forests Enough to eat, drink, and play The freedom of joy that I feel great But past is past I am a captive Not an escape from this life at all I have tears, I have feelings, I walks along and loyal to comments My life I curse myself, The time of captivity that I am fooled.