Confined to a point of no relief.
Pinned down by shackles piloting grief.
Blinded by the shadows of disbelief.
staged in a position where the knee embraces the ribs.
Paralyzed by fear of the unknown,
they remain in their comfort zone.
Deprived of the joy that is untold,
not knowing they live in a war zone.
Restricted to their distress cage,
not long they begin to age.
awakened by their wage,
their feet shocks with rage.
Be not accustomed to a certain place.
for there lies ahead a land of grace.
Run from the cage to prevent a graze.
Then shocking feet won't come to place.
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