Shades of Sepia

We are all equal (here) in the eyes of our keeper.
In captivity we are all the same.
Sepia is the colour of our rainbow in the morning light,
Everyday is the past of a day that perhaps will never come.

We wait in the shadows of our silence (fences).
What makes us equal is not our surrender or our imprisonment,
But our wish to conquer freedom;
To be free and survive,
Until our day comes.

Sepia is the colour of the twilight,
Where the sun sleeps in the arms of the night,
Surrounded by shadows and the hidden light.