If you were a wing’ed bird

Would you trap it in a cage to sigh?

If a dog, would you bind him on a chain?

You love to see the firelight flaunting high.

Delighted you will watch the rushing water.

But when, if life would freely flow,

It struggles for its freedom, begs to fly,

You chain it, cage it, choke it slow...

Then see within – it sinks in misery to die.