IMPRISONED
In the beautiful blue skies I used to independently fly;
For me to travel all around; limitless was the sky.
Then suddenly, into a cage I was put in, by a wicked man.
You humans, this dastardly act, must immediately ban.
To make money quick, he clipped off my beautiful wings
Then proudly showed me around n says hear how she sings.
Oh man, I ask you, how would feel you, if put in a jail
I am sure you would put up a fight or painfully cry and wail.
Imprison us do not, just for a quick buck; instead us protect.
Trees are our homes, do not them chop; keep them intact.
Let us with joy soar in the open skies n on trees nest.
Our creator has made us for the skies, n He undoubtedly is the best.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
