I know that we are <br />Lab rats... Ginny pigs <br />We are people who are being tested <br />Experimented with <br />For what might happen in the future <br />Or will happen <br />For they are in the past <br /> <br />As the full moon rises <br />Up into a black starry sky <br />The moon is as if it was the end of a funnel <br />Where the light shines brightly <br />As if we are looking into another universe <br />For there is their flaw <br />For nothing is perfect <br />Not even the future we live in <br /> <br />We think were free and we are <br />In our country <br />In our world <br />In our universe <br />We are <br />We are free <br /> <br />But as they look down <br />To the clear glass globe <br />That fits securely in their hands <br />They laugh <br />For we call it earth <br /> <br />But all we are lab rats <br />That think were free <br />But really are <br />Imprisoned <br />In a glass globe that we call <br />“The land of the free” <br />Ha ha how free can we really be <br /> <br />Yet some people still believe <br />That we are the only life forms <br />Out there <br />But the truth is that <br />We are held imprison <br />By someone else’s power<br /><br />Mrs. Cynosure<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/free-but-in-prison/
