Free imprisonment

Sitting on the outside of the prison cell staring inside, realizing your no less a prisoner of this unofficial war.

Why can't we decide one way to go, opposing the one belief we claim to hold steady.

We consider ourself superior to the nature around us, forgetting that what we attempt to stifle is really ourselves.

We are more cold than the cats we call heartless, More lost than the flies who's lives we deem pointless.

Our ignorance in recognizing our limits leaves us unable to see that humanity is all talk. 

We chose this cell, so why are we so unsatisfied?

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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