Response To Maya Angelou Poem by Ray Quesada

And a man in a room can be a caged beast
where Death himself has come 'long to feast
upon his soul, so he's never pleased
And he longs for what? He can't be sure

For a man in a room can get up and leave
but chooses to sit and cry on his sleeeve
A slave by his own choosing, but he will not believe
when you tell him theres something more pure

He'll look at a lake and swear that it's dry
With dark clouds in his mind
his eyes can't find the sky
His worries prevent him from seeing just why
He has shackled himself with invisible chains

He'll look out his window but only see his reflection
He's all about appearances and passing inspections
He may see the mistake, but not know the correction
or be able to tell his Heart from his Brain

(December,2011)