Where Poems Come to Die

locked up lullabies

i've always had a talent
i can teach caged birds to sing
nurture melodies from miseries
broken voices,withered wings
so when darkness plagues the wealthy
oppressors call me to their homes
they demand i bring them music
to their seats upon their thrones
so i find each lonely nightingale
who's song has long since ended
find them chained and choked and cheated
yet kings demand that they are mended
from their blissful oblivion, they cry
that they don't know what is wrong
rotten jewels beneath their tongues
as the ask me for a song
all king midas in the making
what they touch, it turns to gold
they touch the breeze, it turns to cages
natures freedom can't be sold
and still the bird is silent
their ignorance dares ask me why
they say to me, go make the bird sing
i say no, go let her fly