It Is The Wild Bird Poem by Raymond Farrell

It Is The Wild Bird

Rating: 5.0


It is the wild bird
Sitting listless in a cage
Choosing not to be heard
That puts all heaven in a rage.

The knowledge of freedom lost
Unlike freedom never known
Exacts such a heavy cost
Its repercussions are unknown.

No bird raised by hand
Can sing freedom's song
Or truly understand
Cages aren't where birds belong.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: commentary
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 30 August 2016

No bird raised by hand Can sing freedom's song Or truly understand Cages aren't where birds belong. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.10 marks for it. Subhas

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 August 2016

Choosing not to be heard! Nice work.

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Raymond Farrell

Raymond Farrell

Perth, Ontario
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