Young naked sheep scatter in schools of fools.
This is all unknown at the time of the first cage.
Run… Where? ..Don’t stop.
Finding, , , the other voice-.with every choice,
Say anything.
Different ears- so sensitive, so mellow.
The eyes close- to go anywhere.
There are no walls in a no space place.
The air is running low, .why? ....No! Not now.
The walls close, but its ok.
I like this cave, , ’
ill stay.
This is the unknown, second cage.
Scars on cement walls, broken finger nails.
The echoing of silent screams..
Will somebody save the slave?
To the 3rd cage- the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it the schools of fools that teach us to love cages................................? Cheryl