Caged

I'm now a wingless bird, leaning on the edge
Of the terror – weak and exhausted.

As I inhale the slavery scent,
My nose barricaded, breathe, breathe, breathe...

I, like a rainbow on the rainy sky
Bearing the colors of grief, sad and regression.

I call upon the name of freedom
In a daydream slumber and in nightmares.

The caged bird's words are as like an empty drum
And like air crossing the empty sky.

My voice became inaudible
As my mouth is buried in the sands of an abandoned land.

My hands, chained with metals
And my legs can't move to cross the fortresses, why?