Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906): Sympathy (aka I know why the caged bird sings)

The following poem is dedicated to the freedom fighters around who are fighting the good fight – a fight against tyranny and terrorism by parasitic invaders.

Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

Sympathy

I KNOW what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from its chalice steals —I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; For he must fly back to his perch and cling When he fain would be on the bough a-swing; And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars And they pulse again with a keener sting —I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —I know why the caged bird sings!

Submitted by MikeHunt.

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