Freedom Poem by sulaimon luqmon

* The caged bird sat on top of d freedom tree & sang for joy.

After many of being a prisoner

In a casted and wired cage,

When I was fed with a hand-ful of corn which didn't meet the expected time.

* Now I can flap my wips in d sky

Fed on worms in the soil, ant & insect on tree

Fly from tree to sea, from moutains to valleys

Move from one nest to another.

Now I know month are differ from one another

Now I knw d different between freedom and oppresion.

There is nothing like being free.