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His eyes 

Dulled by years 

Of iron bars and cold hard ground 

Paces in circles 
Looking but never seeing 
Past the cage that holds his soul 
First one way 
Then another 
Worn, torn and beaten by time 
While those who come to look 
And gaze at this king 
Say 
What a magnificent beast 
What a beautiful animal 
But all that really remains 
Is a coat of skin 
And sad shrouded eyes 
Pacing day and night 
In never ending circles 
First one way and then another