The caged bird sings of freedom,
Singing is the only thing it can do.
The singing is not a cheerful one,
It is full of rage and fearfull trill.
The caged bird has got a home,
But the boundries are made of anger.
It is angry over its master,
It is angry over its fate.
The bird has got the entire universe,
To sing and to play along.
Though it sings like the caged bird dos,
The sound is happy and a merry trail.
P.S. The poem was written as an reconstruction of the poem "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou in my Creative Writing Class.
