Caged – a poem

You keep me in a cage,
a golden one but a cage nonetheless.
I am served to my every whim.
But I can never see him.
My son is to be raised to be a tycoon.
You took him under your merciless wings.
Starting his education soon,
you turned him evil.
Downsize,
fire people
bribe
intimidate,
you sure gave him a lot to learn.
I can’t interfere,
as his mother I have my rights.
But you have the power,
and arranged me to be called mentally unfit,
locked me away in an asylum.
The pills numb me,
but the fire of revenge still burns.
I was a breeding cow to you,
once I’ll be a murderer too.

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