Bird's Master Poem by Tosin Adesokan

Bird's Master



Here lies the bird in the cage
Whose voice often rings rampage

Bird ' why don't you serve your master? '
You ought to sing faster on that pilaster!

If he were to dwell here
All the tones and hymns would disappear
Seeing him makes me forget what I understand
For I suffer under his cruel hand
In a sultry hour, I can't say good morning
The master may be mad and mourning
We sing bitterly because the night may be terrific
We sing German knowing master is allophonic
Open the sty
Let's be free to sell and buy
We cannot say the days break
When we know it's morning
For we fear he may be burning
We bitterly smile: though it is fake

Monday, May 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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