Little bird



14 06 2011


This is a strange existence

All right for a moment

Flying high and enjoying being free

Then being bought down low

By a conventional human blow


You ground this bird

and force her into a tight cage

And low and behold you’re really shocked

when she’s consumed by rage


Occasionally she finds her wings

This is the day the little bird sings


She ignores the past

takes a risk to be free regardless of the pain

She flies up to the sky to feel again

But soon enough the little bird gets hit by the regular passer by


They try to force her back into a cage once more

She fights because she does not want to die

But how can she enjoy her wings

if she’s not allowed to be herself and fly?

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