Life and The Freedom PART TWO

PART TWO

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The kites fell down on the ground as bees flew out and,
Stung everyone who they found in their path.
I got up and decided to take a little walk,
But then as he knows I had to stop.

The Bird waited in the cage,
Master came by.
Patted its head,
And went without saying a goodbye.

Sun shone brightly on the road,
And created a mirage according to me.
Clouds moved away,
Allowing the sun to have his day.

The door was locked,
And the key was gone.
So like a prisoner I cursed him and,
Went back to my bunk and contemplated all the junk.

People ran away,
As the bees had a bad day.
Some bees fell on the ground,
For their stinger was a freedom not to be used.

The Bird stay perched all day long,
Trying to make up its mind.
While the clouds tried to play hide and seek with the sun,
But they lost.

Banging the door,
I yelled out loud.
But nothing ever did happen,
And I lay on the floor waiting for him to come.

TO BE CONTINUED...