Oppression (Repost February 2017)

Knocking at the door
Under the guise of something benign
A gift neatly wrapped
Eager to pull at the ribbons
Tugging at the edges
Come with a card
With elegant handwriting
Displaying a message
Agreeable to the fears
Itching under skin
Holding hands out
And willing to embrace
Handing over empty promises
As profiting upon pain
Willing let me through the front door
For have a pleasant smile
Whispering sweet nothings
While binding in ridiculous thoughts
Pull off the ribbon
Tear away the wrapping paper
To reveal a cage
And before a question comes
A lullaby of everything taken
And everything lost
Fast, fast asleep
Finding oneself in a cage
Of elegant phrases and willful ignorance

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