Save Me

Locked up in this cage,
I watch the people walk by.
The kids, they point and tease,
with not a care for how I feel.
The keepers feed me dead food,
I do not like it. It's old and rotten.
All day my eyes burn,
From strange flashes that come from little boxes.
I sit in the heat wishing for a little shade.
They throw bread at me and laugh.
It's not funny.
Can't they see I am locked up?
I cannot go anywhere like they.
Sitting here, day after day.
I know I am dead already.