Words In a Cage
Words in a Cage
For too long now my words have been locked up in a cage
The key is out of reach
They have been stuffed down
And neatly stacked
in tidy little piles
by the powers that be
Not politically correct
Not nice enough
Not polished and pretty enough
So, they are thrown in the cage with bars on every side
The rage nicely hidden inside the constraints
Rage about injustice to children in residential schools
Rage about injustices to my fellow people
Rage about abuse of any kind
Political powers that continue
to misuse and rape the ones who elect them
rage about addiction in epidemic proportion
rage about slavery past, and today in the world
Inequality
Poverty
Damn cancer
Outrageous Covid
An epidemic that is taking away all control
Diseases without a cure
Floods
Global warming
Control gone wrong
The people who leave shopping carts
in the middle of prime parking spots
These words inside this cage must find their way to freedom
Forget about the key…
They must start seeping through the cracks
Like a smoke that fills the air
And permeates the room
They must be spoken
The cage has reached capacity
The tidy stacks can hold no more
If the door will not open
It must be blown apart
Words are meant to be expressed
Chewed upon, written, and read
Spoken
Not hidden away in a cage
Grace Daub January 7, 2022
Copyright © Grace Daub | Year Posted 2022
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