Our very souls are beaten into cages
of domestication
With ****** Fists
of Business Men.

Our freedom,
a squirming, squealing mouse
in claws-
fighting to escape
its captivity.
But like the caged rabbit,
hurling its self at steal bars-
steal bars don’t bend easy
it takes big hands,
business hands on high hills
but “if you want to be like the man on the hill,
you have to learn to smile as you ****.”

But the rabbit and the mouse,
beating and screaming,
against bars and claws
were created weaker than the capture-
And the cage keeps becoming
stronger, with diamonds.
And the bars shrink into the background.
Claws covered in silken honey.

But deranged rabbits hurl themselves
and bleeding mice struggle to beat
the order of things
and the cats nibble jaws squeal
shut.
And little children scream
to know the cruelty of reality.