Prisoners Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.

Of the blue sky with its red color
There was a bird that couldn't go higher
That bird was something familiar for humans and us,
Yes, that was our idiot wishes and our device
It wanted to go higher, it was greedy
It doesn't think about others… such a Piddy!
And because of these reasons and something else,
That bird was blamed to stay down
It wasn't allowed to going up or reaching any extra wishes
Only down, only alone, and only sad…..
It was a terrible life…, for a bird it was bad.
In this life, some of us are like this bird,
They think about themselves, so they couldn't go higher
If we had the wings, we have to know how to fly,
We have to help others and make them free,
Not putting the winglessness people in a cage
As a famous song, as a memorable rhyme of The Eagles, who flowed…
WE are all just prisoners here of an our device! '