The bird sang hollow tunes
Of freedom and adventure
It wanted to fly and soar
High above the entire world
It’s voice warbled of wonders
And told stories of the seas
Because the bird didn’t know
Didn’t learn until too late
The consequences that came
When you clipped your wings
It shed its feathers one by one
Until it could finally fit the mold
It was now the perfect specimen
Of a bird tethered to the ground
The bird was a naive victim
Was of an age too young to know
That the green of the land
Was so much sweeter to see
Than that which lined the pockets
Of America’s corporate machine