Animais batendo contra gaiolas,
E o metal canta como se criaturas fossem de uma sala para outra.
Não é sua escola de vingança,
Eles chamam isso de Zoologico.
Meu filho ficou como um animal.
Meu bebê marrom, claro, escuro e branco,
com seus olhos azuis, avelã e preto-marrom,
Olhando para bares em vez do céu.
Nenhum tecido para limpar as lágrimas,
Sentindo-se sujo e enganado.
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