I Wish To Be Free

Six pairs of eyes stare at me

From within the dark recess.

I wish, said one, to be free,

For it's dark in these crevices.

You feel I'm free, it's funny, I said.

Though the sky envelops me

With warm hugs, and the Earth's bed

Of soft grass, yet I'm far from free.

How can I be, for my own hound me,

Accuse me of being who I am.

They wish to enforce and bind me,

To curb the flow and build a dam.

They frighten me with loud threats 

And many a sugar-coated cajole.

They spread far and wide their nets,

To capture my body and soul.

I know my value, it's worth more 

Than they would care or admit.

Crushed, I can only but deplore

The irony of the unnamed conflict. 

My freedom is superficial, an illusion,

Every step bound by invisible chains.

Tell me, O little one, is my position

Any different from that of yours?

I'm restless, as much as you are.

But all's not lost, my dear friend.

We will find a way; the day is not far,

We'll be free, in the true sense of the word.