We Monkeys

Some monkeys hang so upside-down by tail
And fly from branch to branch as if to hail
Free-spirited, enthusiastic with their kind
Oblivious to other monkey tribes so blind…
Now naturalists come to study those apes
Take their pictures and get their grunts on tapes
An irritant, a scare, a cage
Remaining monkeys fearful, enraged
When their habitat is interrupted
With source of food now corrupted
In our reflection we see the monkey's last dance
Stripped of old freedom's - never had a chance
What right to interrupt their love life
Or if the brute now has third wife
No more to forage for his food
And spend his life exhibit in the nude