Bird Caged

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Bird Caged

I’m flying under radar,

Because my wings have been clipped;

While the sum of all my fears,

Is a conscience that’s being whipped.

 

My dreams haunt my brain,

As the cold sweat leaves a trail;

But the system won’t win this time,

even though it’s designed for me to fail.

 

This virus is slowly taking me over,

As it poisons the whole of my mind;

My life has me on 24 hour lockdown,

And I’m quickly running out of time.

 

But who can cancel out this darkness,

When hate spreads like a plague;

The eastern sunrise is known for its burn,

Though it is the light that guides the way.

 

My dreams haunt my brain,

as the cold sweat leaves a trail;

the nightmares are the system they’ve invented,

even though it’s designed for me to fail.

 

Knowledge is the meal of my survival,

as I am starved daily for nourishment

though prison has become a major part of me,

it’s full course meal is abject discouragement

 

This virus is slowly taking me over,

as it poisons the whole of my mind;

My life has me on 24 hour lockdown,

and I’m quickly running out of time.

 

But who can cancel out this darkness,

when hate spreads like a plague;

I know God is the answer to this question,

So I lean on His angels to light my way.

 

Yet I sometimes I still find myself trapped,

deep inside the sublime of a plastic bubble;

Knowing that every move I make,

could push me into another wall of trouble.

 

So my duality makes me question the questions

of this confusing life that I live

In trying to figure out what comes next

in the marriage of pain and what it gives

 

So I leave my circumstances in wake,

Though poverty has me hidden behind a wall;

Still my soul fights to taste real freedom,

Because my soul refuses to dive or take a fall

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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