Freedom, What Is Your Cage? Poem by Samah Khan

Freedom, What Is Your Cage?



Freedom, what is your cage?
Has your Captor silenced your sweet lips with a muzzle designed of his own fear?
Has he in his furor failed to gauge
Your import to us; has he no compassion for your tender age?
Does he not know your wings are not to be bound, but to endear?

Freedom, what stifles your songlike twitter?
Is it the silence of men over that which oppresses them?
Is it the reticence of the haughty rich to the plight of the bitter?
Is it

Freedom, what is your cage?
Why is it that you no longer sing?
What of your captor, can he not gauge
The happiness that your melodies bring?

Freedom, why are your wings tethered?
Are you held hostage with no hope to be saved?
Will you plumage soon grow old and sadly weathered?
Aren’t your feathers to be preened, not to be enslaved?

Freedom, will my children ever know who you were?
Or will you stealthily fade into an old maid’s rhyme?
Will your likeness in our memories begin to blur?
Will you not withstand the test of time?


Freedom, are you but a dream I often see?
Are you like your kin: Forever, and as deceitful in every way?
For Forever will never forever be,
Forever dies a thousand deaths every single day

Freedom, how long will you be caged?
Will no one free you from your plight?
Will my wish to see your colors ever be assuaged?
Will your golden form ever again take flight?

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