There’s an elephant chant,
but the elephants can’t pick up the pieces and run.
For in a forced act with a whip and a crack,
they were taught how to stay in line.
They were taught how to dance and taught how to prance,
in the big top state of mind.
If all that you see is the parade,
then all that you saw was the charade.
Behind the scene they were treated so mean
that their spirits had floated aside them.
Around in the ring they would go
tail to trunk in tow.
Dispirited look in their eyes,
as the crowd clapped and looked with surprise.
The truth is easy to see but hard to handle.
So sad to buy up the lie,
and settle for the scandal.
©2012 Louis J. Auslander