Sad fence friday...

In the cage
Get me out of the cage .....

Outside the cage I see my Brother John // He turns his head so slowly round
I cry out help! Before he can be gone // And he looks at me without a sound
And I shout out 'John please help me!' // But he does not even want to try to speak
I'm helpless in my violent rage // And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek
And I watch him turn away and leave the cage // My little runaway ......

In the cage - Genesis (1974)
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~o0o~

Au dehors de ma cage, au delà de mes clôtures intellectuelles, mes frères, mes sœurs, mes semblables,
ailleurs l'herbe est plus verte, le soleil brille éternellement,
derrière ce grillage j'aperçois les immeubles staliniens érigés par les multinationales de l'intrigue financière, symboles de leur pouvoir omniprésent, gouvernant notre consommation, notre vie, nos bonheurs et malheurs, jusqu'à notre mort...
Nous sommes prisonniers de notre résistance, de notre inadéquation, notre inadaptation à ce monde si simple où la pensée n'a plus sa place, où l'art cesse d'interroger, où la vie cesse de se découvrir et de s'inventer...
Longue vie à ipernity et ses initiatives sœurs où persiste encore la liberté d'expression.

Outside my cage, beyond my intellectual fences, my brothers, my sisters, my fellow men,
elsewhere the grass is greener, the sun shines forever,
behind this fence I can see the Stalinist buildings erected by the multinationals of financial intrigue, symbols of their omnipresent power, governing our consumption, our life, our joys and misfortunes, until our death...
We're prisoners of our resistance, of our inadequacy, our maladjustment to this simple & brave world where thought no longer has its place, where art ceases to question, where life ceases discovering and inventing itself...
Long live ipernity and its sister initiatives where freedom of expression persists.

~o0o~

In the glare of a light, // I see a strange kind of sight; // Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far; // All tied to their things// They are netted by their strings, // Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
...
In a trap, feel a strap // Holding still. Pinned for kill.// Chances narrow that I'll make it,
In the cushioned straight-jacket.// Just like 22nd Street, // When they got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take any more. // My headaches charge. My earaches roar.
In the pain // Get me out of this pain.
If I could change to liquid, // I could fill the cracks up in the rock. // But I know that I am solid // And I am my own bad luck. // But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves, // and without any reason my body revolves. // Keep on turning, // Keep on turning,
Turning around, // spinning around ............