The
chicken runs
When
it finds its freedom
Releasing
from its cage
It
flaps its wings
Under
the bush
It
puffs heavily
“Man
what a fright!
The
old man with his knife”
Eyes
looking around
Feathers
rising and falling
Peeping
through the bushes
“Am
I free now?”
The
myna bird flies in
Look
at the chicken...
“Hey
you! It's chicken feed
You
run away?”
“What
you know?
Nobody
wants you
I
am the chicken
The
old man wants me”
“Look
behind you
What
you see?”
“Oh
my god!
It's
a snake!”
“I
tell you
It's
chicken feed
Your
kind has no freedom
You
will be somebody's food”
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