This gloomy heart really a captive bird
in the rickety rib- cage?
My little songbird I listen and
I love that chirp gives me a solace!
Yet do not try to be a prisoner here.
Better fly in that unlimited serene sky
before the tyrants make their barriers
and barbed-wire fences?
To the mourning parents of the untimely withered black flower Trayvon Martin!
[His sweetest dreams were still of that dear voice that soothed his infancy.]-Robert Southey
nimal p.dunuhinga
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