A caged bird has no means of escaping its dilemma but wants to be set free from its wired cage before it dies.

Trapped in a wired cage

With no place to turn

I’m a poor bird

With clipped wings

- – -

Lacking freedom

I hop around

Moping at my calamity

And trying to appease

Those who pass by

- – -

I have lost

My voice

And am unable to sing

Sweet songs

That soothe the soul

- – -

I miss gliding

Through the air

And dancing on tree tops

Enjoying freedom

Like many do

- – -

You see

I’ve no place to turn

For I live in perpetual poverty

Trapped

With no place to go

 - -

My feathers are wilted

I’m weak and hungry

With an unshaped beak

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As I wait to be set free

Before I die from a lack

Of food, freedom and love

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Comments (19)
  • megamatt09 on Jan 1, 2012

    Very well stated.

  • Ixodoi on Jan 1, 2012

    Amazing :) I truly like that.

  • Thell Stars on Jan 1, 2012

    great image

  • Avik Chattopadhyay on Jan 1, 2012

    Amazing share…

  • Rosettaartist1 on Jan 1, 2012

    very good

  • mphsglo on Jan 1, 2012

    Very nice. But, I wonder if a caged bird that has never flown in the wild would survive if set free? Does the caged bird miss the freedoms that he has never been given the opportunity to enjoy? Very thought provoking!!!

  • yes me on Jan 1, 2012

    Great lines here Erwin, I like your philosophy in this cheers

  • Uma Shankari on Jan 1, 2012

    Some memorable lines…

  • PR Mace on Jan 1, 2012

    Quite well stated.

  • Tulan on Jan 1, 2012

    Sad, I wish everyone could be free of poverty and want.

  • straw1979 on Jan 1, 2012

    nice work

  • Sharon L. West on Jan 1, 2012

    now did you get inspired by a bird this morning? :)

  • indianwriting on Jan 2, 2012

    I am reminded of a hindi poem where the bird laments of its plight in a golden cage..

  • Yvhes P. on Jan 2, 2012

    very nice post about birds =)

  • FX777222999 on Jan 2, 2012

    Love this poem, it’s like a “man in a cage” or a prisoner.

  • ashan1614 on Jan 2, 2012

    I wrote a similar poem called Songbird…. Sometimes we are so used to captivity that even when we are set free, we remain imprisoned in our minds.

  • ittech on Jan 2, 2012

    Thanks for the very informative article

  • aheed411 on Jan 3, 2012

    Freedom for all living

  • sheilanewton on Jan 4, 2012

    This really touched my heart. I hate to see a bird caged. It\’s just not natural. How dare we humans presume to do such dreadful things. I used to have a budgie that only went into his cage to sleep at night. Rest of the time he was out there on his various perches around the house, cooing to the birds outside – and me of course!!!! Loved him to bits.

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