The Canary & The Mineshaft

Born for flight

The canary sings sweetly

Soaring far from the canopies

Unknowingly

At the tail end of it’s joy

The canary becomes trapped by

False promises of freedom

A dream and a dollar

Birds of a feather

When its feathers mature

They find a way to take

The wind from beneath them

Tell them

They cannot fly

Are we birds of a feather?

Or scarlet black letters?

At this point

Canaries get into the cages by choice

It sees its fate

And sees no light at the end of the tunnel

Anyways