Sealed Coffins - 2012/07/14

Cattle in crumbling cages
Strewn through their scar
Their screams remain silent
Yet their pain is known afar

Some of the cages are pristine
Populated by slaves with pride
Others are a vicious reminder
Of a truth they never confide

From a distance they are alike
Closer examination will reveal
That each is seemingly unique
Though still spokes of a wheel

Even as they hide from all else
They are beckoned through blinds
Each ray of entrancing sunlight
Planting seeds in closed minds

Regardless only the ghosts stir
While living remained enthralled
Captors of the fanciful coffins
To which they have been called

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