by Babar Ahmad
Beyond the mask and beyond the front.
Beyond the name and beyond the image.
Beyond the rhyme and beyond the prose.
Beyond the metaphors and beyond the rhetoric.
Beyond the campaign and beyond the publicity.
Beyond the words and beyond the speeches…
There is a caged bird.
There is a caged bird whose only wish is to be a bird again.
There is a caged bird that yearns to fly free again
And soar over the mountain tops and glide through the valleys.
There is a caged bird that is no better than any other bird
And no different to any other bird.
There is a caged bird whose wings have been cut and voice has been muted
Whose only desire is to be a bird again.
That’s why the caged bird sings.
Written in HMP Manchester, May 2007