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The Bird
The bird sits in the cage,
Peering out the window.
Its longing for a freedom it can’t taste.
It has only a year left in it’s sentence,
But it feels like its suffocating.
The cage is small,
So the bird cannot stretch its wings.
The bird is blue to represent its sorrow.
To itself, it sings hymns of a better tomorrow
Lowly for its master do not hear.
It prays to a god
It starts to question even exists.
It resorts to beating its wings against the bars
Until the feathers fall off and the wings are bloody.
It sings the hymns of a better tomorrow.
