I, the bird
Spent life in a cage,
Am free, but too late.
Did not know I was an egg,
Did not know I was a bird,
Did not know of the things,
Like flight, and the wings…
Had I known then, I could,
Fly away, leave, escape.
Now free, powerless,
Am in dust and on earth.
Invaders took our nest,
They looted, killed parents,
And sisters, brothers…
Was an egg, an orphan,
With parents as fosters,
Hatched feeling strange!
Was thrown into a cage,
unaware, and well-fed,
I heard the sigh in bliss!
Now, free, and aware,
What I want is my death,
I envy the lucky ignorant…
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