Bomb In a Birdcage

There is a bomb in the bird cage, Yet the wimpy caged bird sings. They caught a Bird of the summer, But it flee when the winter begun. Our travels through alien lands Warmed our cold feeble hearts. Sojourners from a dark brutal past Marching into an evolving limelight. We journey through the broken doors, And from the rusting corners of the cage. Yet they view us with scornful eyes Envying the little we have inside. We pace up in a coalescing faith Pinning pieces of ideas together Back to our roots where we belong, They welcome us with homely hands. I know why the caged bird sings There’s fleeting hope entwined within It inspires the power of imagination Which treated iron bars can’t hold down But we lost ourselves in captivity Leaving behind our golden thrones Adapting to famed ideologies unknown Which held us back from our dreams. Now is the start of new awakening Moving ahead from our sordid past We rally in unity and in togetherness. To a God blessed radiant future