Does it matter if the caged bird flies? Truly, I wouldn't expect you to understand Why does a poem need wings When it's lines carry enough beat To give it speed through the times? Locked up or let out We still have our voices It doesn't take much to be heard It's the fear of isolation That keeps these rich kids quiet Its the fear of responsibility That keeps these poor kids home To be loved and to live and then to leave Cycle of life, cycle of patience It goes and comes and goes like The merry go round that is your (not so)dysfunctional brain Branches of knowledge that used to hang low On the giving tree Now are broken and burned, the branches higher up now contain the world's information And how tyrannical does that sound?