Cage


I see a bird twittering a song

In its cage pitifully enslaved.

It sings of winds in its wide spread wings:

A freedom long lost and forgotten.

I see a man walking on the street

Who thinks of nothing else but his greed,

Realizing not that the world's his cage

As he is his own master and slave.

Of woods or bricks we build our cage

Enclosed in a world we think is save;

Never got to know the world outside:

We're such stubborn-minded human kind.