the Serengeti

The Wildebeest is drawn across the Serengeti Plain
As the Lion circles with his brush of mane
Running in dust, thunder and fear
As the laughter of Hyenas grovel near
Some of the herd are bound to fall
As the edge of darkness calls
Them into the dust and dirty sand
Where the feast on them began
It is the youngest of those among the chosen
That are the easiest of prey on that particular day
The smell of sweat, blood and pain gave way
To the scent of unwashed men of Caine
They came dragging their frayed & tattered ropes
Forcing the frantic herds inside walls of fading hope
Stripes of red and black, painted on blood wet concrete floors
Once wide open horizons are now hidden behind rusty metal doors
Trapping many of them behind walls of faded blue
( the sign read )
"Welcome to serengeti zoo"
Such are the never ending nights in that horrible hole
Caged in darkest prisons with no possibility of parole.