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Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Desiring freedom...
I'm trapped,
trapped in a box,
a box with bars,
locked with a big lock.
I see those weird aliens staring at me,
they're fascinated,
they don't understand,
I just want to be set free.
I was born to be wild,
out here I'm treated like a child.
Those aliens throw food and make stupid faces,
looking at them with anger mt heart races.
I want to be with my people, my family,
out here I'm alone,
It's just me.
I'm here for their entertainment,
I entertain them because I look different.
Let me go,
I don't want to be in a cage,
I don't want to look at the world with rage.
I want to be in the place I'm supposed to be,
I want to be free.
Picture from the net- ( http://images.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://kyoder1112.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/animal-testing-cage.jpg&imgrefurl=http://kyoder1112.wordpress.com/2009/05/07/cited-visual-elements/&usg=__ZGIOCwyLxrHb3aQdjMl6ppIYx40=&h=271&w=350&sz=15&hl=en&start=7&sig2=4RP2OUjU_ac09KGvml9ZnA&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=uSSorjuTnHa3bM:&tbnh=93&tbnw=120&prev=/images%3Fq%3Danimal%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcage%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dcom.ubuntu:en-US:official%26tbs%3Disch:1&ei=4pWfS4frM8myrAfckJjaDQ )
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