Before Cages

Looking out to the crowds Rainbow pins, chicano fists, and beaded crosses All colors to be seen and all faces, eyes, to be felt Told since birth that we are the same Learning later, none are like the otither.. Them is the people who don't know and We is the people who know it all If we were, Born of the same mother Born with the same stuff Born with the same feels Born in the same land of which came into existance with no brick walls- Then why I ask, can't we change back to the time before we ourselves put up these walls, constructed these fences, or dug these moats. Before we caged our brothers and sisters, Next to our own, And Forgot about the key