Open The Cages Poem by Dan Morton
Open The Cages
If you were a bird
would you live
in a cage?
To languish
behind bars
with the floor
as your pot?
If you owned the sky
and the wind
was yours to ride,
would you
give it away
for bells and mirrors?
Could you sing
as a prisoner
of vanity?
or sharpen
your beak
on a dead
dry fish?
My clipped wings
are for flying,
not your simpering eye,
so open the cages
and let the birds
fly.
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