Luminous, bold, your soul behold
Gentle, yet strong, if they could but speak in your tongue
They would tell of a time not so long ago
When gorilla and man were neither friend nor foe
Both content to sip from nature’s cup
A not so distant reflection of a common stock
And they would speak of a sadness that befell their king
When nature’s trust was betrayed and rivers ran red
A kinship was broken, turned to bondage instead
But gaze deeper within those sentient, are they tear-filled eyes?
And turn not away, lest yourself you recognize.

found on http://www.projectview.org/BuffaloZoo/GorillaPoemGroupAnalysis.htm