[B I R D C A G E]
Oh, the peaceful silence
of knowing that the thunder
rises and looms
over any and everything
Like a cage
the storm sets its walls down
traps and imprisons
really every and any being
A snow globe
is what we’ve become
see and feel
the outside, all of it
inside our happy little snow globe
robbed of freedom and happiness
we’re happy in our prison cell
crying ourselves to sleep each night
the sirens keep blaring
we tune out their noise
we ask for help but
the glass walls…
…they block all our screams.
in this world, what have we become?
in this country, what more can we do?
in this city, what have we done wrong?
in this home, why are we trapped?
their eyes, all they do is
what they’ve been doing since ’20
stare and glare and burn
any and everyone
But eh, what can we do about it?
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