looking out of my window grills,
I see the sparrows fluttering their wings outside
chirping.
they have the world as their playground.
and I, behind the grills,
am enclosed
in this small. small space
unable to express,
unable to fly
unable to use my body to manifest nature.
maybe we're the lower beings
maybe we are the ones being caged,
behind our window grills,
behind the doors with locks,
behind the sheer, sheer curtains.
perhaps animals psych us into thinking that we are superior,
that we are the chosen species, able to rule the world
while in fact, they are manipulating our minds to think this way
so we incarcerate ourselves voluntarily,
telling ourselves: this is privacy,
this is life.
when we're really. all supposed to be roaming about in this big big world
fighting the animals
fighting the sparrows
(and of course the crows)
chirp chirp, I know what you're saying.
chirp chirp, I know what you mean.
I've seen through this conspiracy,
you've been exposed
now, return me my wings.
and send me back
to life as you know it.
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