Caged

 

Wire ceiling, wire doors
Sliding locks, newspaper floors
Swinging back and forth and fro
Singing songs of tire and woe

Born in freedom, wings to sky
Captured, caged and terrorized
In their fist they clip my wings
Return me to my jail to sing

Sing, they beg with eager eyes
Demanding wistful lullabies
And sing I do, for I not wish
To sleep beside a seedless dish

Someday they'll find me on the floor
Their precious bird to sing no more
That moment I can hardly wait;
For I never wished a cage to be my fate.

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