The Freedom Story Poem by Ajiive Jay

In the past,
I never complained-
Of the over arching Oranges
Or the sun-eater fat Pines
‘Cause I had no wings,
And never knew what sky is?
You tempered me under your wings,
To dare a sun all alone;
You fed me snow and fire
To fly over the sea;
You held me in your claws
For you knew well-
To train in depth and height.
How that you missed
To give me a sky
Though you saw my wings grow?
I strayed with my wings
To the modern simulated skys!
They teach us to fly
With a shackle on our wings!
They feed us
With hormone tasting foods!
They tie a locket of dollar
Wide around our neck-
To sell us as strange species
With a name tag and title-
To teach the elite-
The ‘well defined'
Flying skills!