The metaphor won’t strike him
or give him cause for pause
He’ll buy two birds and a wiry cage
Then clip their wings and claws
The claws they use to grip things
The wings they use to fly
Now sacrificed to vanity
Will never reach the sky
He’ll talk to them like people
Because they can’t talk back
He’ll hear the words he wants to hear
To make up what he lacks
He’ll tell them that he loves them
But they can’t understand
Their focus has been limited
To seeds cupped in his hand
No it will never strike him
That what he does is cruel
Reducing living miracles
To captives of a fool
Birds possess the gift of flight
A dream of all mankind
These living tributes to freedom
Should never be confined
-Rondym Kiefe