We are the jailbirds
They catch us and put us in the cage
We gnaw the iron bars...
...by our soul's sharp teeth
And fly in the free air without fear
Though physically in the jail we are...
...with trimmed wings
If they try to contain us in the cage
They will always fail...
.. to make us sing their songs
Our resistance shall make them at last...
...to respect our will to be free birds
We are the jailbirds! ! !
The prisoners of conscience! ! !
Mykoul
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