Life is infested with golden cages
Of different sizes for different stages
Foes of freedom in our warm embrace
To all living preys no means of escape
Preys are lured by the conspicuous absence of bait;
Dancing to the tune of the doom that lies in wait
Go quickly and tell the golden cage
There are certain birds not touched by its rage
Borne by the winds far above the peaks
Flying at will to soar at peace
They that caged them have planted the wind
And will, in no time, reap whirlwind
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