Caged

Four walls, do not necessarily a prison make
A fence though, is all it would take
To make you feel entrapped, scared, caged
And, might you then, become enraged
Might you not then your agression show
And that bottled anger allow to flow
Are those fences, tall and stout
To keep the bad people who would enter, out
Or is it indeed, to keep the good creatures in
Whichever way, they cannot possibly win
For either they are hunted like an animal
Or caged and treated like a criminal


Terry Rhiannyr
November 2012