Flightless Birds Trapped In a Gilded Cage

Flightless Birds Trapped In A Gilded Cage. . Fledgling innocents incarcerated in a gilded ornate cage Budding pretty flowers Within the blossoming of youth Of tender sensitive age . Born into an imperial dynasty By destiny and decree A view from a palace window To the outside world Was all they’d often see Far from the peasant underclass Living in the gutter of poverty . Each one an individual With different varied traits With nothing but love in their tender hearts For they’re parents Unaware of their countries fate . Ripples of unrest and anger Soon turned into waves of hatred For a seemingly Uncaring despondent regime Toward the Tzar the affluent nobility And the withdrawn empress Queen . The hungry angry peasants revolted And stormed the palace gates And for the Royal family There was no escape . Sewing precious jewels inside their clothing They were forced to leave their comfortable dwelling And taken prisoners to a place far away Where they tried to make the best Of life in where they had to stay . Unsure of their fate lost in fantasy and dreams The revolutionist planned their fate and schemed One day they were taken to a cellar And told they were about to die They must have been terrified And no doubt Screamed and cried . Shots were fired at the family And many bullets ricocheted Bouncing of the clothing Where the jewels wee hidden away But eventually blood was spilled Sending the family to an early grave . Peter Dome©2021.