"A bird caged"

by NICOLE BEARD
​Staff writer
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A bird caged
Is a flight unflown
Icarus doth fly too close
But what of those that fly not at all
Paralyzed by sharp tongues and iron-bent hands
They sit 
Though unrestricted 
Nothing stands in their way
Yet they remain dormant
Dashed of fear and freedom
Still they drown in their stagnation