Like that monkey performing on the stage
She’s there for all to see.
A leopard – pacing around its cage.
She pauses – to stare at me.
A sad but angry glare imprints itself in my mind:
I’m a prisoner here.
My spots don’t change,
My anger won’t change.
Why am I a prisoner here?
That night I see her pacing around the cage.
I hear her eyes saying,
I’m a prisoner here.
My spots don’t change,
My anger won’t change.
Why am I a prisoner here?
That night she’s pacing around her cage,
All night she’s pacing around her cage,
All nights she’s pacing around her cage.
Should I care that she is a prisoner there?
Do I care that she is a prisoner there?
