The Golden Cage

The birds have escaped

Breaking apart the congested cage

Which had suffocated them,

Which had tried to rip off,

All of their feathers.

The cage was golden, the kind

Which would allure and entice

Even the mightiest eagle and

The deadliest vulture, yet

The birds had now known

The tyranny they had been subjected to;

The blood and sweat they had shed,

The lies they had borne,

Being the sycophants of that very golden cage.

It had not been easy, escaping,

The path was adorned with

Hopes of grains, mighty hopes of

Falsified freedom, those which

Seemed to captivate the birds, as though

Their minds had been indoctrinated

With a will to abide by the golden cage

To serve it until the very end, and

Might I add, they had chosen the same?

Yet, when the time came and

They had to kill their conscience

To be employed incandescently

For the golden cage, a single bird made

The much necessary clarion call,

An announcement for freedom,

For casting aside the golden expectations

Of tarnished servitude, of illogical existence.

And there they stood, the birds

Now casting some strenuous questions

To the golden cage, they fought

A few martyred, a few impaired, the most injured,

Yet they fought and fought till

The golden cage had been coerced to give in to them

To let them go, to free them.

The birds now roam the blue skies, yet,

The golden cage remains in their memories as

A lesson for the lifetime.