Caged Birds Singing


She asked me why the caged birds sang.

I couldn’t tell her,

not for sure.

No mate will arrive this year,

just like last year.

I wonder if they remember,

perhaps they still

live in hope. 


She asked me if they heard the bombs falling

and if they felt fear.

I couldn’t tell her, 

not for sure.

Perhaps peace will arrive this year,

unlike last year.

I wonder if they remember peace,

perhaps they still

live in hope

as we all do

here 

where the bombs never stop. 


https://dissidentvoice.org/2024/02/caged-birds-singing/



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