It’s All Love

Man has a need to capture what is
Beautiful or exotic
So far, It has been exhausting dodging Captors,
Plenty fatigue in my frontal lobes

People see bird and put them in cages
It’s all love
But love isn’t why caged birds sing.

Admire me, and be on your way as soon
As possible
Those I wish to flock around have similar feathers.

People meet people and try to put them in boxes, it’s all love.
But when you refuse to be owned trouble looms.

Situationships, Tanks, gun barrels, sticks and aplenty stones to break our bones.

The Portuguese is that you?
The Vast Atlantic Ocean of nothingness
Great Missippi, will I need a Martin Luther King?
Swing low, sweet chariot