Have You Ever Seen
Have you ever seen
a sorrowful songbird sing?
They flutter their feathers and toss their heads.
Having grown tired of their gilded gold cage,
and no longer wanting to preen
they sing no songs, with their happiness in shreds.
The sorry songbird sighs
as the golden cage bars gloat-
flaunting their prisoner and boasting their prize,
while the songbird only chirps and tweets
lonesome and lackluster melodies.
Because my friend, the caged don't sing.
Like a parched flower,
the songbird starts to wilt.
Melancholy feelings overcome the little joy
and abandoned are all feelings of power.
Now the golden prison knows guilt-
for what good is a sorrowful songbird?
Only now does the insensible warden come
bearing the gilded key.
Only now realizing that sad,
sorrowful songbirds do not hum
until they are once again proud and free.
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