Pet Bird

They have named me Polly , but a parrot is my name
The keep saying I am pretty, but I've always looked the same

They give me food and water and try to make me speak
But if they put there hands in, I’d peck them with my beak

They think that it is normal, to lock me in cage
To stop me from escaping, it gets me in rage

I was born to spread my wings, and soar  into the sky
Its all I ever think about, going up so high

But I’m trapped within this tiny space,  sitting oh so still
With a mirror and bell, it makes me feel so ill

The loneliness near kills me, no one to share my fate
They’ve stolen all my freedom, its them I should so hate

Yet I pity these poor people, who want to look at me
Who take me from my home and all my family

For they think it is a acceptable to take me to their home
Where they’ve taken all my life and made me die alone,

by Steven Lee