Trapped in their 'iron' cages,
The birds of forgetfulness;
The birds of longing
Are singing sweetly:
Some in ignorance
Of their captivity.
Some enraptured
With their own voices;
Some for the shiny objects
That they are bred to adore.
Some merely beat their wings
Monotonously against the bars.
Some sing to mask their hatred
Of life denying systems.
While others are still dreaming
Of their right to be free.
And as they see the beauty
Of the world beyond them
They are devising plans
For their eventual escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem