Caged Birds' Song
To understand my rage,
or an ounce of my pain
listen to the song that we hum from our cage.
Packed up with birds, off-key we all sing
to the vague tune of freedom
that we've never heard ring.
Freedom is a beautiful lie,
praising the free bird
and his power over the sky.
Such a fraudulent sonnet,
the tale of our sky,
constantly ignoring there's a limit placed on it
Oh such a treacherous chorus,
the caged birds hums,
although the lyrics aren't meant for us.
The words are all wrong, still a beautiful song,
and though we can't understand it,
the caged birds sing along.
Copyright © Jonathan Duhart | Year Posted 2017
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