Roberta James Mitchell - Holden Cauldfield

Hold In Cauld Field...
stay in inocence,
is that what you meant
Mr. Salinger?

stay in the sphere,
that all of you constructed,
the building that you made up for us,
but even the tallest Babel tower
can fall upon us.

even the most beautifull
and perfect cage,
made of gold or love and care,
it's still a jail,
and we, young people,
always try to break away.

nine months, and eighteen years
that's all it last,
then we're by our own,
in this people eating world.

Roberta James Mitchell

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