OFF WITH THE SHACKLES
Off with the shackles Remove these chains, I was made for flight and not to run. I have wings that functions Yet I stay grounded, Restrained and gazing mournfully at the skies, Wondering what could be. You hold tightly to the leash, yet I am not a dog The skies call out to me The wind tries to lift me up Still, I cannot fly Until I spread These wings of mine And flap And run And fail And try, again. How do I spread my wings when you pluck my feathers? You wield so much Much power To push me beyond my limits. Yet, you lurk. A beast in angelic clothing. A viper with a honeyed tongue. Constantly reminding me of what I am to you, A plaything for your pleasure I have forgotten what I am to myself Forgotten what I carry to my audience Forgotten the strength I hold to liberate those in chains. Give me my wings and let me fly Give me my wings and let me fly With my beak and feet, weapons of old, I scratch you all da