( / Ashland, Kentucky)

Our Prison

The bird that lives in the decorated cage,
Lives in rage;
The fish that swims in a fluorescent fishbowl,
Has no goal;
The man who sits in an office wearing a suit and a tie,
Wants to die!
The people or animals that live in a cell,
Live in hell.

When tomorrow arrives and the sun has risen,
We all enter or choose our own little prison.

Randy L. McClave

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Comments (1)

We don't all live in a prison. Some of us like where we work or live or both. Your poem is well written, in any case.