Cold, steel walls: caged
With a single dull light bulb
Hanging from the cruel ceiling.
You look at me like I’m crazy
As I begin to pound against walls.
All you see is an open field of green.
But your eyes speak blasphemy.
We’re not free. We’re not safe here.
These walls are closing in on us.
Exhausted, I slump to the ground
As you smile in the warmth of the sun:
The flickering light bulb in our steel sky.
I weep at how far we have fallen:
This cold floor is not fresh green grass.
These walls do not give us freedom.
But your eyes are lying to your heart,
Telling you that everything is fine
In the warmth of a sunny open field.
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