She wanders the streets unnoticed past the news stand with a front page giraffe and letters in a foreign language she barely speaks sometimes she sits on the edge of a bench or a litterbox to rest her legs and her sore stilettoed feet She doesn't talk much she has no friends just work and people even the media leave her alone
Maybe if she was a giraffe with big eyes and an enormous mythological heart to pump blood through her neck to her head and to pump news around the world Maybe then someone would notice her?
For what news is she compared to a giraffe put to sleep humanely purposefully to secure its species then displayed in scientific lectures as insight for future generations and lastly fed to lions as if it had died on the savanna
But what purpose has she that ******* the street other than serving urban lions she knows no one will care no one will learn from her experience let alone from her death by lions
Perspective on the news story about the death and subsequent public dissection of a zoo giraffe endingn with it being fed to the zoo lions. The story has caused an uproar in the media by animal rights activists all over the world, thus blocking the newsfeeds everywhere. This poem is to call for perspectives!!!