The Bird in the cage
tweet and tweedle, sings
of hope every morning.
With a broken spirit and
tamed wings.
The Bird in the cage still
dreams of taking it to the
sky.
The bird in a cage dedicates,
it's life to fulfill the hope
of sailing the wind again.
Of feeling the dashing
air beneath the wings, the
warmth of the sun rays on
the feathers, the sound of
wind in July.
The bird in the cage yearns
for migration season.
The joy of being with a flock.
The glory of flying with
a flock, through the whirling
wind, to the clear blue
sky.
The bird in the cage
pace back and forth
Tweet and tweedle
for the right to call
on it's soul.
|Suss KaMzibeni|
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cage is an image of death in life for a bird, just as a zombified state is death-in-life for a human being.