He sits outside the hardware store
he does not move around anymore
his owner treats him like a thief
gives him some water, which he laps up with no teeth

There he sits, with eyes filled with want and sorrow
knowing yesterday is today and so be it tomorrow
there is no getting away, nowhere to hide
no shade for his diminutive broken body
no relief, no liberation
this little bear is chained to misery

He'd be better off dead, then this torture
this proud majestic creature reduced to this
in death forlorn, without liberty
the black broken thing, chained in misery

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris