spirit lies chained
her nature is numb
the world through bars
her daily domain
despair is a maze
It has swallowed her rage
night falls..
she dreams hot pursuit
of gazelle
no match for her pace
usain can relate.
She opens ashy eyes
resigned to fate
too beat to pray
no choice but wait
suffering mute
no more stomach in her fight
eye's fire followed suit
deftly left in the night.
soul knows no peace
but the smallest relief
each day
fed meat
cold slabs
bought cheap
she is watched while she eats
we civilised love a beast
could it be we recognise our savage beneath
thrilled kids giggled bounced pebbles of her head
heart beats in vain for the walking dead.
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