My Careworn Heart Is A Captive Bird? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

This gloomy heart really a captive bird
in the rickety rib- cage?
My little songbird I listen and
I love that chirp gives me a solace!
Yet do not try to be a prisoner here.
Better fly in that unlimited serene sky
before the tyrants make their barriers
and barbed-wire fences?

To the mourning parents of the untimely withered black flower Trayvon Martin!

[His sweetest dreams were still of that dear voice that soothed his infancy.]-Robert Southey

nimal p.dunuhinga