CAGES ©
I will never forget that day, the many things I saw, I will regret that I couldn’t do anything. I wish I could do more, but I am weak, helpless like the rest of them, living here. I don’t know what to do, I feel like I should’t be here, if only I could help them, I wish I knew what to do.
I can see broken faces; I can see the pain in their eyes, there is little space to stay, living in cages. I hear their voices, echoing in the distance, I walk away now, helpless and useless. They cry out for freedom, they yearn for compassion, they beg for mercy, and what is it like living in cages.
Memories scramble in my head, I feel ashamed that I couldn’t prevent, the pain and suffering they went through. I’m so upset, I can’t carry on like this, it’s so painful to watch them like this. I don’t know what to do, I feel like I shouldn’t be here, if only I could help them, I wish I knew what to do.
I can see broken faces; I can see the pain in their eyes, there is little space to stay, living in cages. I hear their voices, echoing in the distance, I walk away now, helpless and useless. They cry out for freedom, they yearn for compassion, they beg for mercy, and what is it like living in cages.
I should be lucky, that I am free, not trapped behind shaded windows. Society has been cruel, to the ones stuck back there, I can’t help them but if I could, I know I would make things rite. All aside I will try, to help them and in so helping me. I don’t know what to do, I feel like I should’t be here, if only I could help them, I wish I knew what to do.
I can see broken faces; I can see the pain in their eyes, there is little space to stay, living in cages. I hear their voices, echoing in the distance, I walk away now, helpless and useless. They cry out for freedom, they yearn for compassion, they beg for mercy, and what is it like living in cages.
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