By Heather Leughmyer
"Cages encompass both body and mind
Searching for freedom that they’ll never find
Crated like cargo and shipped just like slaves
Money is murder and stomachs, their graves.
There are those who are broken, whose gentle hearts bleed
Feeling helpless and hopeless in the face of pure greed
Sensing their suffering, bearing their pain
Perpetual sadness for corporate gain.
If only others could see through compassionate eyes
The horror, the hurting, the desperate cries
If they could experience this continuous ache
If only their hearts could crumble and break.
If the world could embrace every breath, every being
Not just shallowly looking, but authentically seeing
Their beauty, their purpose, their desire to live
Instead of taking and wasting, they wanted to give.
Cages would be vacant, void of despair
A huge weight would be lifted off those hearts that care
The broken would heal, the innocents freed
And kindness prevail over violence and greed. "