There lived a parrot in the cage,
Humans are pail of rage,
She adage to me…
Am I a human game?
Do I not have a life?
Every day I tread on a sharp knife,
I never saw the sky,
I do not know how to fly,
Ergo I cry.
Will animals not get the freedom?
Will they eternally live in serfdom?
Animals do not express the feeling but they have,
So please cease the sclave.
I am dying without flying!
I am happy to leave this greedy world,
I forlorn that in the sky I ne'er swirled…
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A good start with a nice poem, Elaaf. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.