Cages, a space where we imprison things we fear.
A space where danger lurks and we can admire its beauty,
From a distance…
From afar off I stare, from afar off I am amazed
Marveling in the hues of colour, in the strength of the captured.
Locked in and chained
Restrained from running free, from flying high
Birds can’t fly free anymore
I’ve clipped their wings so I can gaze at their splendor
While they sing the song of freedom, redemption song.
From a dead tree trunk wishing for green leaves.
Orange and black stripes lurking on the forest floor
Now anesthetized by metal bars and bullet proof glass
Hear me Roar!
Hear me growl, feeding on piece of dead horses instead of hunting
But is it a game that we cage that which is beautiful
Because we are fearful?
We put minds in the cage of education systems
Restraining thought because we fear, we may be wrong
Wrong about origins, wrong about religion, wrong about being right
Wrong about our conclusions.
Minds with music, minds with art,
Minds with supple flexible bodies
Making silhouettes with moonlight.
Minds held back, minds in binds
Don’t question this don’t question that.
Stay in line, march in time
March like everyone else till we’re all blind; walking with cages on our minds.
As we admire the hues and possible plumes of each other
Fearing the beauty of another
Why put minds in cages?
When curiosity is beauty
Exploring the expansiveness beyond the lock and key
Beauty in mental boxes
Beauty in captivity
The systems and traditions we’ve put
To cage our true beauty
Be free, be free.
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