Some of them, they rattle their cages in ecstasy, thankful for the velvet bars and limited view.
Others, we, rattle our cages in sheer anguish.
We pace our small squares.
Money goes in and out and all around.
Flowers bloom and die and the posion seeps deeper and deeper.
We move about this realm, culture of excess ignores
the culture of the deprived.
Those of you who act
who act out your compassion
in the smallest ways
aside from beating yr bars
you are human
and i love yu
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