With primeval rage
a big ape sneers from a swing
and the jungle ferments in its cage
when it jumps leaving the swing jangling
with dormant hate
it gnaws on its teeth
slams a huge fist at the bars of fate
stares with a angry eye as if it can hardly breathe
shakes its whole body screaming
longing after tropical giant trees
and slams the swing leaving it ringing,
slaps with its hands at some passing bees
hating its cage, raging in calumny
and it longs to escape, to be free
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