Uncageable
1 min readSep 29, 2020
by Ross Ulbricht
From the light of freedom to a concrete tomb,
The fall was great and swift.
My soul cried out in a mighty boom,
How could it come to this?
Clamped down, trapped stuck,
Paralyzed in a tiny cage.
Had fate left me not a drop of luck?
Was there reason for this rage?
Told to lay down and die,
Something deep inside me stirred.
I can’t be caged I have to fly!
Not yet am I interred.
They can take my body, tie me down,
It matters not a bit.
My spirit still runs wild and free,
So in freedom here I sit.
