Poor Birds Of Cage Poem by Pius Didier

All caged birds sing
a melody bound to remind
in honour, glamour and humour
they narrates the joy of loneliness
with happiness sends a shivering tilt
of their endeavors in the cage
weary of the interrogative taboos
the source of their woes
Poor birds of cage

Every caged bird cling
On brethren who hails fame
these birds of cage suits the tact
for they are best for display
and their tunes are defined
from a state of deflagration
on what appears creepy and eerie
nevertheless their sub acute tips are friendly, and their flat claws intact
bleached by their master's litigious activism
Poor birds of cage

every caged bird swing
with their backs spread apart
to form a colourful featherbed
a sip every chap admires
their eyes glitters like diamonds
besides them stays a packed dinner
all to dishabituate the atrocities of cage
but when lonely they remembers
the fluctuation of the ambers
for when it descends upon chambers
the sweet melodies belabours creed cries
Who will wipe their tears?
Poor birds of cage.