Freedom is not a toy or anything which can be denied to someone. As Nelson Mandela had rightfully said, both the oppressor and oppressed are devoid of freedom. Currently, human beings are caging animals and birds for their personal jovial; animals are just considered objects to be showcased for public eye. And then these so-called people say that they are protecting these animals from being endangered. But does that make any difference? If you are suddenly under house arrest unable to move an inch without being noticed by bodyguards because some random people told you that you are under death threat, would you be brimming over with gratitude? Will you be happy? Of course, not. Well, the situations of caged animals are exactly the same.
So, dear all, let's STOP THIS UNFAIR PRACTICE. Let's work together to stop caging animals. Let's unitedly stand to protect animals and birds. Prove that humanity hadn't died with your worthwhile support✊❤️
I wrote this piece of poetry to try to express how cruel it is to curtail freedom of animals by using a peacock's point of view.
Pls. I'm not that good at poetry and all that. So don't be surprised if my words don't reflect the mindset of a caged Bird.
The rough blending of the first three colours in rainbow: fierce red Embodiment of flamboyance: orange and The shimmering yellow, A prepossessing sight to behold, Hinting at the Night that follows Filled with idyllic moon and illuminant stars, And the Satyr that comes at night To perform woodland magic Without being seen by mortals. The darkness spreads; Carrying soft wind a whisper to my ears, The beauty of night like a nuzzle on my neck, The unending saga of sunrises and sunsets Always a mystery yet to be unfolded...
What a strange time this is, Late at night- Sleepiness crawled into me, Yet I couldn't sleep Coz the story on my phone was just too tempting, The plot never so satisfying Though never realistic.
I slipped from my bed, Turned on the lights And made Espresso, Wanting caffeine to be energized So I could read a little more.
What a strange time this is To drink coffee or To read my favourite FF. Yet I didn't mind, And was about to go When something of an underlying force Snatched me away From my imaginary world of Fanfictions Where everything real is rejected.
I opened the window The ground still damp from the downpour, The smell never so welcoming, My empty heart somehow less so...