We were bred in circuses
and they let us eat cake
then they cut off the passages
to our escape

Landing on a dime
We broke with tradition
and circled the wagons
in contradiction

Wash me down
this milky way
Fluff a beat-up pillow
for a tired pace

Our earnest plea
is to be understood
and to relieve us of anger
Not every good

For we are but children
on a road we did not build
living in a war we didn't start
nor ever willed

Your punitive heart
is alarming at best
Neighbors please make peace
So this old world can rest