The cage is a place where we are kept,
Others look in and think we are a mess.
They scream and yell, fake women and sirs,
We are the victims of these monsters.
Do understand, this is no lie,
The cage is not a place to die.
The key is in the pockets of the ones outside,
But the latch and lock belong to us. the ones on the inside.
These beings we see behind the metal are weak
They prey on the strong to hide their yellow feet.
Man is not God, neither are we,
But we don't need them even though we are the ones they eat.
They think they are strong and ingenious to all,
It is a fault that has grown into a thick wall.
They are blind and will never understand the last page,
Because they are the ones stuck in the cage.
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