Caged Bird
by Maya Angelou
A free bird
leaps
on the back
of the wind
and floats
downstream
till the
current ends
and dips
his wing
in the
orange sun rays
and dares
to claim the sky.
But a bird
that stalks
down his
narrow cage
can seldom
see through
his bars of
rage
his wings
are clipped and
his feet
are tied
so he opens
his throat to sing.
The caged
bird sings
with a
fearful trill
of things
unknown
but longed
for still
and his
tune is heard
on the
distant hill
for the
caged bird
sings of
freedom.
The free
bird thinks of another breeze
and the
trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat
worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he
names the sky his own
But a caged
bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow
shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings
are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens
his throat to sing.
The caged
bird sings
with a
fearful trill
of things
unknown
but longed
for still
and his
tune is heard
on the
distant hill
for the
caged bird
sings of
freedom.
#racism #freedom #metaphor #alllevels
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