Why can't we be free like birds in the sky?

We're just stuck in our homes as the days go by

I just want to fly and be free

But the World has declared that I stay where I be

I just want to escape and explore

But I stay trapped in my house lying on the floor

I stare at the ceiling bored out of my mind

And in my head nothing you'll find

My imagination grows dull as a lay in my bed

My only emotions are those of dread

I check my phone hoping to find some form of inspiration

But all I find are forms of devastation

The feeling of dread returns worse than before

As I stay in my home locked in by a door

But the birds can fly to every tree

While I'm stuck in captivity

Those birds are flying filled with joy and glee

So why can't one of those birds be you or me?

They have many dreams but we have them rarely

So why is it us who is treated unfairly?

Stuck in our houses with nowhere to go

My wishes of freedom seems to grow

But my hope for this only decreases

As I know there will be no releases

But I know we are all in this together

Each of us representing a feather

Those feathers will grow into a bird

And every single voice will be heard

But for now I wait for our time

Where each voice will sound like a chime

Each chime loud and clear

I know our moment will near

“All around I’m weak

Shaking in fear, I can’t think

Wash this world clean God”

By Jianni, Grade 12