The
free bird leaps
on
the back of the wind
and
floats downstream
till
the current ends
and
dips his wings
in
the orange sun rays
and
dares to claim the sky.
But
a bird that stalks
down
his narrow cage
can
seldom see through
his
bars of rage
his
wings are clipped and
his
feet are tied
so
he opens his throat to sing.
The
caged bird sings
with
fearful trill
of
the things unknown
but
longed for still
and
his tune is heard
on
the distant hill
for
the caged bird
sings
of freedom
The
free bird thinks of another breeze
and
the trade winds soft through the sighing
trees
and
the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
lawn
and
he names the sky his own.
But
a caged bird stands on the grave of
dreams
his
shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his
wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so
he opens his throat to sing
The
caged bird sings
with
a fearful trill
of
things unknown
but
longed for still
and
his tune is heard
on
the distant hill
for
the caged bird
sings
of freedom.
by
Maya Angelou
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