Caged

Strange it may not seem
a bird in a cage,
if it could fly it may intervene

 

The bird, you see, must be suppressed
to help maintain order,
They say it's for the best

 

Living to please the ones with the key,
Follow the rules,
and maybe then, you'll be set free

 

Can't help but feel that something is missing
Things may change
if you just sit, hoping and wishing

 

Once you're let out you feel out of place
It feels so foreign,
having all this space

 

Like the bird, I long for something more
To fly away,
and lose sight of the shore

 

Try to fly and I'd be constrained,
because I know a colorful life
is a life that needs to be tamed

 

Even free there's a certain road.
items on a conveyor belt,
with our own bar code

 


Becoming products of what they want us to be
just like the bird,
I am something unfamiliar to me

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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