Poets and writers can’t protest
Pen weaker than sword
Too much priority to leaders
Flow of ink frozen in cupboard

No sign of progress
Free thinking loitering within well
Within the system all behave same
Reform can speak, revenging fail

Break the golden cage
No blood flow but free flow of air
Bird of creation flying high in sky
Crooked minds jumping into fire

Free to gossip
Free to move
All cages same, though pens different
Concludes the dove