Tristan Robert Lange
Caged Dancers
I fear the fence-like cages
Surrounding the place we\'d dance,
A cemetery of cemented certainty
Where the hope for better lives
Hits the button of mass destruction.
Sunshine is smothered by the smoke
Leaving carbon marks on pristine curtains.
Left reaching through chain links
Are those of us awake enough to see
We are not animals at the zoo.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
POET’S NOTE: This poem is in response to Sparkle City Magic’s Mystical Adventure ~ Week #7 prompts (Medium.com). The prompts used: fence, dance, button, sunshine, curtain.