Too Little, Too Late

Have you ever felt
Like a rat trapped in a cold tunnel?
The dirt in the water,
Making it shiver too.
Have you felt like
A caged bird,
Beside an aquarium?
It sees its wings clipped,
As the fish still swim
Through the happy bubbles,
In its sea-like mirage.
Have you felt like
A prisoner of war-
Bartered like a pawn,
In the national net of deceit-
A price paid for his  patriotism.
Have you ever,
Felt like one of the Siamese couplets -
When you think of bonds,
Have you ever thought of being  bodily bonded?
When you think of speed,
Do you ever spare a thought to the
Pain inflicted on the hooves?
Do we ever, step out of our zones,
To think about the building blocks,
Of our comfort?
With age, have we
Become desensitized then?
Oblivious to the small things,
Our greedy eyes set only,
For the golden duck,
Or the biggest fish in the pond?
Are we hungry only,
For pocket sensations-
Seduced by the orgasmic
Smell of the paper notes?
Where do we draw the line then ,
Between reel and real -
Are we so impaired-
That our thought paths,
Run in concentric circles-
Tangent to needs and basics.
Who are we today?
Are we free?
Or empty in mind, body and spirit?
Are we human still?
Or a weary effigy of,
A plethora of impressionable excuses,
As we strive to live an image?
Who am I then,
Am I too one of them?
Where is the 'Me' now?
Too little, too late?