Poem- Free within the confines of a cage
I toil till I tire, I am but a slave
beneath the suns fire, I am but a slave
I am but a bird, that's unable to fly.
I can't fill my desire, I am but a slave.
Has the toiling degraded? Am I a free man?
Has the sun been shaded? Am I a free man?
Are my thoughts so absurd to roam in the skies?
Where have my desires gone? Am I a free man?
Now we are part of the nation. I guess we are free.
We can get an education. I guess we are free.
I am a bird, the heavens should be mine.
And yet, I still, cannot reach my station.
I can't drink with the whites, am I really free?
They scatter at my sight, am I really free?
No reason to enjoy my life as a whole.
Why, oh why am I not free?
Now have I learned the state, of my kind.
The hardship the pain, and the plight, of my kind.
A man sentenced to freedom in a cage.
Is this really the worth, of my kind?
Sadness there is for it is the truth
For all of this suffering, there will be no truce
And that is life for all of my kind.
Freedom within the confines of their cage