Freedom, Put Into A Cage
Author: ShyHeart


Hundreds of years ago, you could hear the Indian's drums
Their music sang the song of Freedom, no longer do we hear
The sound of celebration, a Grizzly Bear was skinned and some fish
From a fresh, flowing river was caught, to feed the children's souls

No more do we hear, the drums beat out the victory over a foe
No more need for the Indian's drum, to beat out freedom of life
We have come and civilized the beast, with all our wagon trains
And the Indian, all the freedom we searched for, we destroyed

Now, upon the plains, buffalo, are curiosities, held back, by a fence
No drum beats its song of freedom, for we have conquered all
Everything, belongs to us, buildings, that block out the sun
Highways carved from Indian trails in search of food, Asphalt now

And, all those road-way signs, best burgers here, pull over, next exit
How many hearts were so free, over those asphalt & cement trails
No drums beat of victory, or the wedding of a warrior to his maiden
The sound of freedom, that sound is gone, still, can't you feel it?

Don't you sense, that progress has created a prison, we live in
Can you see the eagle fly over head, not just as a symbol, but freedom
Can you feel the fresh rain, upon a prairie, where once, they rode
Heads held high into the wind, no matter the danger, now, look, what we live in

There is no Grizzly left upon the plains, only taxi cabs in New York City
And all the rail-roads and the Gray Hound Busses, no pinto horse, will you see
No drums will you hear to celebrate, the food nature shares with us, we just
Grow it and it taste so, good. Life is good, living in Freedom's Cage.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Seizure ( -- Sunday, April 17 2005, 04:08 am


way to put it in perspective.
Martin Vann ( -- Sunday, April 17 2005, 07:43 pm

Thank You Seizure, I Can Visualize, What you Saw


Thanks for the understanding, I know, is in your heart and soul, you write about it so often, from your points of view.

Good to hear from you, my friend Seiz.
Seizure ( -- Sunday, April 17 2005, 10:06 pm


Sorry it took so long for me to show up again. I would have expressed more in my comment, but i have a broken finger at the moment and it's annoying to type as I'm sure you can imagine.

But yes, I connected with your writing on many levels. Again, good job.
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