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.

~ Ross Ulbricht
Apr 30, 2024

It seems his artistic vision finally became reality.

sources

https://freeross.org/uncageable/

https://rossulbricht.substack.com/p/uncageable-poem-and-drawing

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Hand drawn image of a man interred in prison. He is kneeling in his cell between the bunk and desk cabinet, envisioning a scene above his head of a couple holding hands and giving thanks over food and a crowd seated together and a couple in the distance holding hands.