Far in the woods
There lived a parrot brood
Leaves in-between beak
Humming in-tone with a toothed speck
“Sleeping in the deep is safe”
“Home close to mortals is cage and slaved”
Far in the woods is feed to die
Home with mortals is corn insipid dry
Home is where I belong
Whether it’s a nest
Or thatched and wretched
There peace is felt in every cackle
Love is seen in every nose dive
Enough is reached with every beak-to-beak feeding
Paternity is close to chide
So – whoever you are
Birds in cage no matter how furnished
Is slaved
Let it fly – forget about holding it close
For freedom is love first deposit
So Africa should be free
Free from white paint
That the black pigment can go wild
Can King Kong ever write?
Cause slaved Africa would always be a prodigal child.
