poetry
rage
feet bound we cannot dance
hands bound we cannot make
caged we cannot grow
how far do we have to go?
silent threats blind eyes scarred skin
don’t come near you’ll never get in
the caged bird is dangerous in her desperation
her rage as wide as her passion
distances measured in years
time measured in tears
how much longer to we have to go?
radiant sun burns the skin
struggles in a diamond cold night
a generation too long
a lifetime too late
hearts filled with sorrow
minds filled with hate
spiral broken interrupted
a people too cold
a god too cruel
and sometimes I wonder
who’s playing the fool?