What consumes your thoughts?
As you dwell in your monotony
Do you dream of open plains,
Or have hopes of freedom?
Or have you succumbed to your tormented fate?
God made you for more,
Have you forgotten?
Or did you never know?
I feel your pain:
Like you - I am caged
A spectacle
For the pleasure of others
Yet for my perpetual shame
But I will not remain a prisoner
They cannot confine me forever
Soon
Nay, very soon
I will break free
I will roam the African plains
And ascend the Himalayas!
I will soar above Asian skies,
And dwell with your ancestors
Ne'er will I grow weary
For freedom shall be my fuel!
Your cage, I will not forget.
A memento, ever seared into my mind.
I will remember your pain,
But no longer will I feel it myself!
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