Prison Walls

They say the world

is overpopulated,

yet her people
feel caged and alone.

Dressed in our best
to sit beside someone,

both engaged with what’s on our phone.

Does anyone remember,
what it feels like to be happy?

Before we took,
the community out of humanity?

We accepted social distance,
and wearing a mask,

without so much as a fight.

Will we ever again find our voice,

to stand and speak up
for what is right?

Brainwashed, addicted,
poisoned and dependent,

never noticed
we’re not free at all?

Fool me once,
shame on you,

twice it’s on me,

third time,
I helped build my prison Walls.