The Ape Poem by Gert Strydom

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