I'm an arm you are an arm
what's the reason you wish to do me harm
I can't wave to my friends anymore.
with you detecting my every single move
i feel like a caged bird
and my voice won't travel long enough to be heard.
where am I then?
after all everyone is confused
who is who or who does that,
the audience refuses to admit the power of a baseball bat.
can you understand me/
i still see you grow
even if we live at a chicken's coop,
I will let the rooster crow
so that we can
switch the gears
to have a better point of view.
Poetry Pantry #240