In a dark cage full of sorrow and solitude,
He just lied down as others judged his attitude.
Those eyes seemed to help out but only misunderstood.
Word uttered by tongues that’s confoundedly rude.
As he tried to stare up at the moonlight,
His gleaming eyes showed only of such fright.
Though he was a creature fond of night,
He sulked and tried to search for a white light.
He growled silently in dismay and pain,
For those most “truthful” words that he had gained.
Whilst his burning heart remained in chain,
A long roar inside for the scars obtained.
In wait for someone to see through his rage,
He remained wandering around the cage.
Yearning for the one who would have him tamed,
He lies down hoping that one won’t be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hate to see caged animal, much less Caged human beings. You describe the frustration of such a tough situation, most elequently. Most caged will somehow break free, and rage is often the key. Great write. Happy Easter with a smile from Tai