Source of Inspiration


He sits in his cage
no floresta has he
to fly and feel the
breeze in his wings
his squawks go unheeded
ignored, a toy forgotten
by those too blind to see
his pain, too self-centered
to understand what was lost
indeed, stolen
a life wasted
sitting in a cage
head bowed, mimicking
his captors’ indifferent chatter

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