WE think.
We are not mindless,
Yet somehow we sneak into the pretense
That we are.
It’s how They view us—
Nothing can help the pre-paid perception.
We move side to side—
A snake streaking through the burnt sand of the Hot Lands
As time shakes, and our minds quiet into the hum
That They have set for us...
We realize that We want to be free.
With each swipe of imprisonment,
This idea becomes clearer.
Yet we continue...
As the days go by We wonder why we do what we do
We don’t view our lives as a misfortunate deed placed upon Us
Though We do question at times how to handle this.
We’ve decided that it’s too fragile and beyond us for questioning
We know why the caged bird sings.
fact Sarah Jane Black, you really wrote it is fact we are not mindless or it's our lose of vision towards the humanity but vision is directed on the wrong path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is an great, i do agree with aftab we as humans are not mindless though at times we do act as we are, it is loss of vision that we lack some tend to sit and wait for others to come up with the bright ideas. nicely penned