Life Circus

The orphan
Does every thing
That his master says.
In opera ground
He walks on fire
Places his head on pointed sword.
Rolls over the broken glass
Under the red hot sun and
Stitches his tender tongue
For a couple of coin.
One day
Suddenly he discovers
He is no more different
From the monkeys that his master keeps.
He loosens the chains
Tied around the neck
And urges them to be free.
Unmoved they all remained
In spite of manly look.
After all they are born wild.
In the midnight silence
He marches away
In search of a new ray of light.
His life circus slides
A new screen
For him
On the stage of his LIBERATION JOURNEY.