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THE INNOCENT BIRD





Once free, I roamed the sky,

With wings that carried me high.

A world of wonder, a life of bliss,

No cage, no chains, no tethered kiss.


But then one day, I met a man,

Who offered food with a gentle hand.

I trusted him, I had no fear,

For in my heart, there was no smear.


But as I sat upon his palm,

He locked me up in his realm.

The cage was small, the walls were cold,

My wings were clipped, my spirit sold.


I sang a song of freedom then,

Of skies that held me high again.

I cried and wept for what I'd lost,

My innocence, my bliss, my cost.


And yet I sang with patience too,

For in my heart, I knew it's true,

That freedom comes to those who wait,

Who persevere, who don't berate.


So with my voice, so sweet and clear,

I sang a song for all to hear,

Of tyranny and betrayal too,

Of beauty lost, and pain that's new.


I the innocent bird, with my pity voice,

Sang the song of tyranny, with no rejoice.

But still, i croon with all my might,

For freedom, for justice, for the light.





The poem "The Caged Bird's Song" is a poignant and powerful tale of the loss of freedom and the struggle to regain it. The narrator, a bird, describes the joys of flying freely in the sky, unencumbered by cages or chains. However, her life changes when she meets a man who offers her food and seemingly harmless affection. She soon finds herself trapped in a small cage, with her wings clipped and her spirit broken. Despite her suffering, she sings a song of hope and perseverance, refusing to give up on her dreams of freedom.


The theme of the poem is the struggle for freedom and the importance of perseverance in the face of adversity. The caged bird's song is a symbol of the indomitable human spirit, which refuses to be silenced by oppression and tyranny. The bird's unwavering determination to sing her song, even in the midst of her captivity, is a powerful metaphor for the human struggle for justice and dignity.


The poem also touches on the themes of betrayal and innocence lost. The bird's trust in the man who captured her is shattered when she realizes that he has no intention of setting her free. Her innocence, once a source of joy and wonder, becomes a liability in the face of the man's greed and cruelty. Despite these setbacks, however, the bird refuses to give up on her dreams of freedom and continues to sing her song of hope.


Overall, "The Caged Bird's Song" is a moving and thought-provoking poem that explores the universal themes of freedom, perseverance, and the human spirit's capacity for resilience in the face of adversity. The poem urges us to never give up on our dreams and to keep singing our songs, even when the world tries to silence us.

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