We are all in cages, each of us.
Though some of them are far too small
Some have windows in leu of bars
And some don’t feel like cages at all.
Some cages, they are self created
With no true lock upon their doors
While they claim themselves imprisoned
They make sure there’s locks on yours.
We know why the caged bird sings
It sings of freedom it can’t know
Not until it understands
How many cages...