Siege
Free spirit above the ground,
God's created you.
You insist to have a ceiling, wall,
And windows to overlooking to world!
Limitless time outside your attention
God's gave you.
You insist, to suppress, between (clockwise)!
Fruit, trees and shades
God's honoured you.
You insist but bread, bread collar your neck!
Free spirit above the ground
God's created you.
So why by your hands, jailed?
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
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