Often I feel caged in bars of gold.
Caged; that to see the sky, I must be caged?
Caged; that I can’t win my freedom from 'it'
because ‘it’ is needed to buy me some?
Caged; that in our protest against protest,
And in all the ‘advocating for surrender and peace’,
We are indeed pinned down, by all that we so yearn to renounce.
Caged; that to walk we still need shoes
Caged; that to live off herbs, we still need a garden with our name on the box
Caged; that the wild and free is extinct,
And all that remains is the Cage.
-Mx
The story how how money is making things go and the sadness this causes to the poet. Why is no one free? Why can't one simply plant a tree in a fallow space and enjoy the fruits? Why does the simplest and most fundamental of the rights given to all by the mother Earth herself need validations from the so called 'court of law'. How can anyone win against money, if we all need money to fight the war in the first place?
How can we fight 'the cage' if after a nice fresh leap into the open sky, we need the cage to sleep in peace!
