I Know Why the Caged Bird Cries

All birds are meant to fly,
Not to sit in a cage and watch their soul die,
Behind closed bars.
The saddest thing is that the owner doesn’t see,
The birds’ happiness is with flying free.
So the bird weeps when no one’s looking,
Its horded feelings overlooking,
The hand that feeds its longing beak,
So hard to keep its sad talons from hooking,
The hand that obliviously feeds.