Prisoners

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Sacred jails with no locks,
bars coated in fear,
forced to face the other prisoners
as they babble on about
the never-ending nuances
they create every day.

Yet had you turned around,
you would’ve seen a clear sky
with the sun breathing on your face —
You would have found free men
looking at the world through magnifying glasses,
tasting the many colours that dance in the fields.

Had you turned around,
you would’ve found peace
breathing at your very footsteps.