Remember Why the Caged Bird Flew: a Tribute To Maya Angelou
The caged bird utters bemused tweet
ignorant to the truth, yet aware of deceit.
It wishes to die
for its life is a lie
he's condemned to his feet
when he's made for the sky.
Spent all his known life
confined to a cage
his protest unheeded, fell silent with rage.
But once in a while
he sounds painful trill
for desires unknown
but longed for still
Gone are the days of somber songs
a new wrathful melody
seeks right for the wrong.
Seeks an end to his squalor,
endured for so long
he dares for the sky,
where he knows he belongs
His futile hollers abound dusk till dawn
until owner, fed up
checks to see what is wrong
Cranky,
enraged,
owners not slept for days
screams "shut the ****! up"
as bars violently shake.
But in callous fury,
he makes crucial mistake
for unhinged and open is the door of the cage.
Now caged bird is free,
he flies to the sill
ambitions unknown
but his own to fulfill
former owner
dumbstruck,
some tears well in his eye
he desperately pleads
"Oh sweet bird come inside".
Turns and shits on the offer
for he would much rather die
with the world at his feet,
he takes to the sky.
Copyright © Eugene Yeboah | Year Posted 2013
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