The little bird sings
from its ornate cage,
His mother has cut off his wing
At a very young age
The bird does not cry but roars from inside
Dreaming, not wanting the freedom it could have
And then one day
The mother no longer wished him to stay
So she threw him out to the world
No sooner then he was thrown
Did he breath, gasp and moan
Dying the very same day.
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