Wingless Minds

There is a place, not far
Where birds cannot fly

They hatch from their eggs
And their wings are torn apart

These birds are encaged at birth
They sit behind bars of ignorance

They survive on two legs
Flying has no significance

These birds peck each other
And on Mondays they all sing

They live believing they are free
They die wishing they had wings

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