Boxes

There are two boxes

One for camping, one for cookies

One for pink, one for blue

One for soldiers, one for Barbie

One for love, one for hate

One for violence, one for peace

One for obedience, one for power

 

In these boxes no human stands

On our knees we beat at the walls

Or give up and fall asleep, exhausted 

We have locked ourselves in these cages

We endure torture of two different types

But there are people left untouched

They show us a door to a free world

But we are to scared to walk out






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