You in the gilded cage

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You sit and you sing
in your gilded cage.
watching with wary eyes
as I sit on the sill outside,
cold and huddled down;
just a dirty, downtrodden pigeon.
Nothing like you.
 
Chirping for attention
and the lies you're fed,
you dare to judge.
Sing that success
is a cage like yours.
Scoff that I choose instead
to be outside in the cold.
 
But I say the joke is on you,
my feathered friend.
You may sit and you may sing
but I can fly away, to find my own way.
Feel the sun on my face,
not the reflection
from a gilded cage.

◄ All Saints

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 15th Nov 2011 14:34

I like 'and the lies you're fed'. A very pertinent poem on a strong theme - which can metaphorically 'go anywhere'.

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Laura Taylor

Thu 10th Nov 2011 09:37

Enjoyed this - very strong, and the caged bird idea turned on its head - clever

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Rachel Bond

Thu 10th Nov 2011 01:15

great idea kenny, well written x

<Deleted User> (6315)

Wed 9th Nov 2011 23:47



I enjoyed this read thanks..the metaphor is strong for me :)

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