The circus elephant . . .

I see your eye, I see your pain.

I read your story once again.

They chain you up and spike your skin.

They laugh and let the public in.

When you refuse, they say you're bad.

The next bit makes me really sad.

They take a gun and shoot you dead

And fill your body full of lead.

They do this . . . well . . . because they can.

No police come, no police van

No jail for Mr Circus Man!

Benjamin Zephaniah

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