Akpaley

Tethered little hawk, vying for the sky Tearing at her bonds with a captive's cries. Earth-bound hawk with wings tied so Tell me, please, little hawk - where will you go? Left to you still are the chicks in the nest Though papa-bird has found his way to flight's final rest While the ghost of the bird sitting by your side Has vanished into dust, leaving you still tied. The wheel in the sky turns along its merry way Going down the same-said lane, day after day. The hand that tied you holds you even now So what will you do - and do you know how? When comes the day, into fire's maw That you break your bonds, fighting beak and claw?