Echoing, shattering screams
Sending shivers down my spine in my mind and in my dreams
My family faded away once more and I cried
Why must life be destroyed by the merciless hands of time?
Loneliness and memories clench my soul, never letting go
Burying me alive, drowning me
Why must I perform another show?
For the past four decades I have been imprisoned here,
Replaying memories, and watching the sun disappear.
But no matter how loud I cry, no matter how hard I try,
people never understand. They are so blind.
I couldn't feel any happier trapped behind these walls
as they rush like sharks to see me perform tricks that will enthrall.
Jump. Wave. Ride. And repeat.
Yeah, that's interesting. What a treat!
It's okay to kidnap someone and enslave them just for entertainment, right?
It's okay to desecrate and humiliate someone as long as you are happy, right?
It's okay to sell the world, to murder those you love just for a dollar, right?
I've never seen a more honorable act. You all must sleep well at night!
Come out and dispense education as we kill ourselves,
dump our young and decaying bodies in the landfills,
pretend we never existed, and slaughter the truth with lies.
I've always admired how humans are so wise.
In the wild, we live as savages, caressing our families and even saving you from harm.
But you humans, so kind and civilized, kill each other for no reason and stab our hearts.
I wish I possessed such compassion! I have been here for over 40 years and haven't even attacked you once.
In just a few minutes you managed to fight each other for the best spot to take a picture of me. I'm such a dunce!
I envy the compassion people have as they dance in the stands,
ignoring my suffering and the blood on their hands.
I envy the wisdom my captors possess,
preaching this compassion as I evanesce.
For those of you who are nodding their heads with me right now,
who listen to their bloody sermons and of me disavow,
I ask one question: How do you even believe this garbage?
How would you feel as your child is taken away in the carnage?
But no matter. Humans know best. Who am I?
Just know that no matter how long you cover up my suffering with your lies,
no matter how many of these ridiculous tricks you force me to perform,
you do not own me. I may still be trapped here, but I am unbreakable, unconfined forevermore.
I pray those who still believe these lies will join the majority of the world and awaken,
or else we all will be forsaken.
There will be more echoing, shattering screams,
vanquished by your endless greed.
But maybe, just maybe, our cries will be heard one day,
Awakening the sun and chasing these clouds away.
You cannot hide yourself behind this fairy tale forever,
follow your heart and see through these lies.