DEATH OF A POET
I thought he was a bird
Chirping to the sky and the grass
And free like the wind
Breezy and sometimes stormy
Ah his wings held a golden light
That was mightier than the sword
I was heartbroken when he sold it
To the unscrupulous rulers of Corporate Kingdom
Once you touch those tentacles
With suction cups
You will sink down the abyss
With wings clipped
Mellifluous song giving way to cacophonous praise
Like him
The bard in the cage of gold
