A little bird landed on my fence
chirped a joyfully glee
Sung melodies of freedom
flaunting her flair

"Hush little birdie" I warned her
In here we don't sing praises of freedom
We keep our mouth shut
and follow the chain of command

Shot by an arrow
she fell into the cage
Her feather dipped in blood
glorified the hunter's game

Soreful sight had my crumbled state
regained
A flaw in the system
too strong to be broken or mended

Tending her wounds,
I asked "why don't you fly?"
Soar high and live free
In here you don't belong

"How can I?" she whispered
when I'm a jailbird within you
trying to breakfree.