What’s the point of a circus?
It’s cruelty beyond belief
Not just for the animals
But the audience being fleeced
Underneath the big top
That’s faded stitched and bound
The clowns in yesteryears routine
Who’s bow tie spins around
The wire walking aging pair
Who once looked fit and now don’t care
The old ring master with hat and tails
Who tries to build applause and fails?
What’s the point of a circus now?
As technology provides such ‘wow’
Yet still the circus folk stay on
The sense of family clearly strong
Copyright © 2008 Ray Feasey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem