Locked in what seems to be a cage,
I stare upon emptiness,
As I cannot deny what is before me,
That the other voice is not my own,
As my rationality succumbs to my imagination,
I feel my soul is cold my burden is no lighter,
Is this what our parents have brought us too?
Is this really the Land of the Free and
Home of the BRAVE?
I ask as my tears fall upon my young face!
Streaming down my cheeks,”
By A. Guzaldo ©