Song of the Little Bird
Angela is a Content Writer. She loves to write contents that are educational, informative,inspirational and motivational.
I am a small bird in a hanging nest
Striving for space,eager to rest
The forest is deep,the leaves are large
I reach for the sun at the branch's edge
Seasons come,seasons go
Some are fast,some a little slow
The hawk left a spot on my anxious nail
The pigeon's droppings so white and frail
Father toils all day for a small wage
Coming home at times with a hefty rage
Mother takes it all in her noble stride
So hard working, so full of pride
Many times I eat at their purses risk
Wafer-thin bread and little milk
In times of war,the gun is king
I am the ghostly orphan,a wasted thing
Generals shoot their way to a bloody truce
Their boots red and rude with my precious juice
Then come famine,I eat the least
Though in certain houses,it's often a feast
Yet I deserve to live if the world must be
For what's a hive without its bee?
Decent shelter, unhampered health
Are my lawful due,my well-earned wealth
It's all eo human and also right
That I have to know how to read and write
I am a little bird hanging in a nest
Striving for space,eager for the best
Commentary
"Song of the Little Bird" is an allegory on the fate of the child in a troubled country.An allegory is a story which is told through symbols. Here,the child is represented by a little bird which recounts the hardships that it has to endure.
© 2022 Angela Ariwodo