Bearoshi ·
Inspired by prison stories told by my brother when I was in middle/high school, the reality is that freedom is what prisoners want most, but the majority will never obtain it.
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The Prison Cage Bird Sings –––
Their tongues beg for a decent meal to feast on
The buzzer on the cell block rings
Up wakes the cage birds from their wishing dreams
Angry at themselves, flashbacks of their unlawful crimes
It’s been years since the birds have seen the sun warm their skins
In the deep winter their body temperature is the same as the snow
Teeth are becoming rotten, as each sunless day passes
Only time they see light when the light
Turns green, for execution
Prayers are said for hope, but it means nothing to an empty mind
While in darkness
Most cage birds stomach growls loud, like a man-eating lion
The food they eat contains maggots cooked into spoiled soup
Stomachs are satisfied, but not for long
It's released out of their mouths during the night
Their cages cannot be put into words
Only a rock stone bed, the reading books are used as pillows
That leaves the title on their necks every sunrise
Every so often a break is given, a release from unbroken cages
To the empty mind they are free from the hell hole
Into a bigger one, what such freedom is given
Hugging the bared fence for a free life
Knowin it's years before the birds fly freely
Looking through a bar window, only things in sight that’s noticeable
A cold-hearted soul that wears a shining badge
To protect and serve, yes, it’s true, but only themselves;
There used to be peaceful singing by the birds when free
Buzzer rings again
This is why the prison cage birds sings
By: Bearoshi