we are in cages

Walk by the shop-lots

Of many type of businesses

Along the road in the old town

The parking lots insufficient

At one shop-lot I watch

The birds in cages

Hoping wild to get free

There is no place to fly

The big and small birds

Each has a cage of its own

If we can listen to its chirping

The birds may say “Get me out of here!”

Like a prison in locked gates

The birds will stay

Until somebody will buy

Maybe there is a chance to be free

We are too in the cages

We can move around but aren't free

If we say the wrong way

We will be in prison in locked gates!

The draconian laws will fly in

Like the eagles attacking its preys

Showing no mercy but sadistic tones

We must wake up and change!

The country needs it

There is no doubt about the tears

We mustn't fall prey again

We must strike and be free!