From the Factory

The cage door slams shut
Water drips from the feeder
The room is dark, the lights are off
It's cold

There is nothing left to eat
Nothing left to sleep on
Nothing left to weep for
These bars are cold and thin
Nothing gets out, nothing gets in
No room left at the inn

My beak is cut
No more eating
My wings are clipped
No more flying
My eyes are closed
No more weeping
My feathers plucked
No more sleeping
No more
No more



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Beaumont
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