Staring at the vast blue skies, I sit,
My wings never even opening,
The clouds call me out towards,
To frolick around in the vapours, I sigh.
I wish I was the gazelle,
Leaping about free and unbound,
Instead I am the caged bird of paradise,
To be lavished upon with praises, children and parents’ alike.
They caged me in here,
Led me to believe I was free,
Staring out into the world,
It dawns that is not to be.
I yearned to stir things around,
Called out to my mates the war sound,
But they were pre-occupied,
With tasting what we were told was freedom.