28 March 2010

eighty-seven.


caged bird.

beautiful wings gracefully flapping.
creating a rhythmic tune behind its song of chirp.

behind, inside, undermined by black bars that enslave this bird.
that captivate this bird, this bird is flapping aimlessly.

nowhere to go, no escape.
nowhere to go, no escape.

harder, harder, faster, faster, its wings flap.
angrily and impatiently, singing hymns of freedom.

its owner walks in 3 hours after his purchase.
finds his lovely songbird layed out - lifeless.

birds are not meant to be caged.
birds are not meant to be enslaved.