Bear of circus

You are out of your rink
coming to see my game,
But no arrangements made
some of my entertainment.

You loose your freedom
for only eight hours a day,
My freedom of living wild
lost for ever for this show.

You are tied with rules
and I am tied with cart,
Your fear is cut of salary
fear of food cut on my part.

So we obeying rules of
our respective masters,
and revolving in our cart
and chairs having casters.

You come for amusement,
buy tickets for  my game,
I’m amused seeing your
faces, dresses and  craze.

I have listened about your
tough training of military,
Let them join my training,
they will forget soldiery.