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Man In A Cage

Weard

Available on the Album 'Penfriend' by Dogwatch.

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Shattered blinded

He reels back away from the light

His feelings injured

His eyes are staring for sight

He reaches out his hand

Tries to understand

The universe is just beyond his hand

 

Unvanquished unbeaten

He’s trying hard to succeed

He rises slowly

And hovers there on his knees

His feelings unsure

Positions so unsafe

He’s always fearing the door slammed in his face

 

Force-fed on Bibles

Brainwashed by civilised lies

Appearance is distant

He’s helpless weak in the eyes

And when he tries to speak

You shut his voice

And when he makes a move you make his choice

 

Till later broken

You’ve stuffed him into a mould

You grant his freedom

Because he is eighteen years old

Then crippled half-blind

Lost his reason

The child has now become a modern man