Escape

 He ran, up the stairs , he  fled 

like a  tiny fluttering bird 

His gray oversized shirt ballooned 

Bare tiny feet , oh how they sped 

He thought it was a game 

he panted and he giggled 

As those who had trapped 

him , gave chase , in the face red .

For his spirit , he was to be broken 

For his ideas ,before being spoken 

In fact , all speech was banned 

You could only nod and bend 

He was born free , they said 

But  this day had come , sad

They put the small boy in chains 

His hands were tiny , handcuffed 

They forgot the leg irons 

And oh , how he fleed 

The dirt on the half finished 

stairs , kicked , stomped 

Heavy boots followed 

crooked beings . cant see 

a living thing fly free 

in the God's own sky 

He was born a bird , yeah 

He reached the parapet , poor thing , wrung 

Against the balustrades , his hands he flung 

Trying very hard to break the cuffs 

He just ended earning the scuffs 

He broke free , once again , though spent 

He held his hands to the sky , a scream rent 

To the Gods for mercy , Providence bent  

A speck faraway emerged , an eagle seen

The men laughed , cruel , mirthless , tired 

The boy kept running in circles , hands tied  

Beseeching , 

believing 

The strangest thing witnessed 

The eagle screeched , swooped 

Down and down , as if on an errand 

Holding the boy's handcuffs ,within seconds 

The boy was airborne 

the tiny frame gone 

dangling , swaying 

from the grip of the talon 

A delayed burst of kalashnikovs 

A curse , a medley of madness 

The boy had gone 

whooping , flown 

Whether he met a great end 

or a deadly one , still debated 

Or maybe some other world

where his songs were allowed 

where his ideas met applause