Birds live to be free, Don't catch them when they are in trees... They are not supposed to be in cages, And to be sold in wages; We can't see their tearful cries, Cause we force them to die; They want free air, In cages they live without their mother's care; The symbol of peace is dove, But we lock them in cages without any love...
In today's world not only birds are caged but also humans are caged in their own thoughts . This poem brings out their condition
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Silver ferns grow in a meadow of furiously bright flora, Cosmos, Freesia, Roses of red and white, Grow freely, Wild below the pristine marble pedestal sitting center the clearing, Within, A, Delicately wound cage calmly sits a equally small bird, Breathing in the sweetness of the meadow, Fluttering peacefully, Their talons rest atop the door, Of, Its Gilded Cage.
The First installment of my "The Dove" Collection. Constructive Feedback is always Appreciated and very much welcome.
The parrot has 3 billion neurons in its brain We have 86 billion And most of mine are busy forming unhelpful pathways Misleading my good intentions. Still, 3 billion neurons seems like enough room for a few unruly pathways
The parrot can repeat phrases Which we thought to be pretty cool So we trapped him and put him in a cage And in our living rooms Alone
The parrot knows how to survive happily Within his world Within his world, with 30 others of his kind And a partner for life. In his world he would fly with his flock To trees to pick fresh fruit Now he perches on his own And picks dry fruit out of a bowl. In his world he would prune his partners feathers He would look after her And she him Now he perches on his own And prunes his feathers until there are none left.
Its an unhelpful neuro pathway, you see? Some form of OCD? Maybe its a way to cope? Maybe its the brain spiralling Trying to figure out what to do Because it can't be a parrot anymore It has to learn to be a toy A talking point And the parrot doesn't know how to be that He only knows how to be a parrot