bird born in a cage

the campus is a land paradise here on earth. and it has huge walls. outside of it is one of the ugliest parts of this tropical city. but it won't last a long. belém has no room left. it's peninsular. huge towers are rising from the land. and the streets and avenues are getting eaten, or they eat the small buildings. and then there are the slums that wanted to eat the campus. but now the city is eaten by the slums. no more misery. because those slums are good enough to shelter from the wind and rain and sun. but they aren't good enough to keep the shoes clean. everything is dirty, and the people there are kinds of dreamers or unsatisfied or both. margin of society. but society eats. society banishes. bulldozes. and so humankind go on

then i wonder: who is dirtier? the one who has a parasite inside its belly or the one who spent money on ecstasy?

something inside me misses the time when a tree shadow could shelter me, and the fruits feed me, and the logs burn for me. but i've never lived this life. i was born in a cage. let's sing

p.s.: there's still bird songs every morning when i wake up. some of them are roosters in the middle of the bright night