A silver falcon
Faster than I've ever seen
Across the sky back and forth
Went south at first then went north
Came back and stopped above my head
A blast of light felt cold and dead
I'm dragged across a dirty floor
like sand and seaweed
On a deserted shore
You would hate this place
If it were you
And preach to me
Of the golden rule
Yet here I am
Your stepping stool
Their grip tight around my neck
Pulls me into a darkened box
So small that I could barely fit
How long it was I forget
They injected me with chemicals
Shoved me down into a pit
Caged me in so casual
To them I’m just an animal
There were walls I couldn't see
Tunnels made of stars and stone
The only sound was my screams
And I soon forgot the smell of home
Is this what happened to my friends
Is this where they met their ends
You would hate this place
If it were you
And preach to me
Of the golden rule
Yet here I am
Your stepping stool
Should I even count the days
Since these kidnappers
Flew away with us like prey
They seem to come in many shapes
Tall ones, short ones, fat ones, thin
I fear they'll get my family too
They watch me with a toothy grin
Sign says "Welcome to the Zoo"
You would hate this place
If it were you
And preach to me
Of the golden rule
Yet here I am
Your stepping stool
If you can ignore enslavement
There’s nothing left to say
Enjoy your entertainment
This one is for Harambé
If you can ignore enslavement
There’s nothing left to say
Enjoy your entertainment
This one is for Harambé
This one is for Harambé
This one is for Harambé
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