A Note to the Keepers

We are the animals of the zoo and it’s time.
You place us here for your amusement but it’s a terrible life.
Placed in confined areas, ridiculous recreations. Our home,
we go forward, we stop, turn right, hit a wall. Look left,
hit a wall, spin, head right, face left, hit a wall. Hit a wall.
No right, nothing left, implode.
Go straight and submit to early retirement.

We miss what we don’t have and soon we will forget.
Our children will never know, for them this will be it.
We have made a pact to attack,
regardless of who they may be. We will rage
unless we’re released, unrestrained, to finally see
but first we would like a meal
and the key, please.