We all have our cages, maybe we should try and find a way out.

Like a lion caged and angry

as the hordes come and gawk

like an eagle who’s wings have been clipped

and all he can do is walk

like a man made eunuch

before his prime came in

solid food made abundant

to a man who is way too thin

society has been made helpless

freedom is but a gilded cage

for what matters if we are made supreme

and against displeasure we rage

why do we hide from the pain

why do we seek status quo

how are we to become divine

if sheltered from the light we can never grow

tested like children in school

each and every day

whether we will pass or fail

it is not know for us to say

but we can keep our love

our hope and divine sight

keep what matters to us

and stay close to what is right

for no mater what we are told

we know where we should be

we have our moral guides

and that will set us free

for morality will set us free.

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