A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands
on the grave of dreams
on fire
his shadow
shouts
on
a nightmare
scream
his
wings
are clipped
and
his feet
are
tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a
fearful trill
of things
unknown
but
longed for
still
and his tune
is heard
on
the distant
hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.