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
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.