Go fly around your gilded cages,
Go eat your store bought bird seed,
Let me fly free in the forest,
Let me taste the berries from the branch.
And if a hunter shoots me down
And puts me in a soup,
I’ll have known what it means to be free
And flit from tree to tree
You don’t envy my recklessness
I don’t envy your cage.
You value safety, I value freedom,
Must we be in the same page?
Why squawk your disapproval at me,
When my birdsong bursts free?
You’re the trained parakeet,
Peddling nonsense phrases,
For human approval.
So flap your wings with your kind,
Pay me no mind. No really, leave me be.
My claws are sharp and my beak is strong,
I’ll pluck your eyes out, I will.