A Tiny Box
We’ve been in a tiny box
Since we were born
Reading many books
Living in an illusion
Tired of being in a tiny box
Being pushed and squeezed
Seeing many tricks
By those who are privileged
We’re still in that tiny box
Dreaming of the new world
Where we can see our livestock
Grazing on the grass in a field
The most difficult questions
Will be answered by children
No more complex deceptions
All the pain will be forgotten
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