I'm trapped in a room where the door is always open

When I try to flee I find a sadder story has been awoken

For I have wondered into yet another cell

Only a grander stage in which to scream and yell


We can always find our way out from our imprisonment

But can we ever find a way out that truly liberates us

This poem is about: 
Our world


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