Trapped
Tattered feathers, stiff wings
trying hard to stretch
inside enclosed circumference
of a small rusty cage.
Hooked by the window,
the lark looks at the sky
with longing to be free,
with hope to fly again
but the only thing
that flies by is time
leaving behind moments
full of dread and despair.
Bemoaning unheard
in its sad song
with occasional angry trills
that please the ears
of the keepers
as they poke to provoke
for more and more.
If I am the one to do so
then I am not humane enough
to be a human being.
04/21/2018
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