To Kill A Caged Bird 7.16.15
Where I’m from they force the caged birds to not sing.
For the fear that their songs might turn to screams. They take beauty away from queens. Not saying it’s fair, it’s real.
No peace keepers.
Just tortured minds equipped with weapons that cause mothers to have nightmares.
You either shoot back or you run.
If you duck it becomes hunting season. This is a war no one is safe from. Products of these environments always come with expiration dates. Shelf life isn’t long for those who are killed by those who are suppose to protect or set aside from those with the power to care. But hope is never gone from those who have known rivers old as the history of man.
Sometimes I free caged birds just to see if they can still sing.