She Won't Let You Fly But Go On And Sing

I know why a caged bird sings
throat too tense to let out a scream
from all the smoke that settles in air
water so vile vermin wouldn't dare.

Trapped in gold cages
floors made of news pages
and these superior sages
suspiciously speak to you here.

They say that you have everything
a tremendously truly blessed being
but then they clip your wings
and your mind lets out a ring.

These people are not saviors
misguided by others past behaviors
telling themselves it's for your favor
unbeknownst becoming evil greater.

They want themselves to admire
to think they’re breed somewhat higher
doing anything without a thought conspire
always creeping closer to their coming dire.

Your flight they've taken away
any fight they've broken to say
lying content until you're an attention
expected to dance for your incarceration.

You are a slave now pretty bird
in now picked peeling gold reserve
and where every cry goes unheard
mistook for a song they deserve.

I would free you if I dared,
dared you let your life be shared
but my mother must beg my behave
as you're not the only in-house slave.