Cries From The Cage!

We are but the captive Birds Craving for consoling words Our own Garden, The orchard of Heaven Is made our cage The perennial prison, for nothing but a fake reason; The glowing, rising sun is captive, imprisoned are the moon and stars. You gave us food and things to eat, but cut the feathers, bound the feet. Our soil is pure like a martyr's blood. Our feelings are in deadly flood. Round the clock we raise this slogan: freedom, freedom- It's a cry of souls imprisoned, But souls awakened, Hoping that one day We'll be able To tear down the veil between our cry and the sky...