Fall of the Kiskadee

There once was a bird never meant to be caged –
A marvelous creature beyond beautifully made
Made with colors so amazing it would seem palace decoration,
Yet with fight comparable to warrior determination.
Her song so beautiful that it serenated kings,
Yet she held enough strength to ignite fire with her wings.

While tying her down is nothing near an impossible feat,
Caging in beauty is an undeniable atrocity.
What once was pleasing becomes rather beastly.
The strength that lifted her beauty to soar
Becomes the voice in which her hopelessness roars.

Slowly but surely, her song fades into the floor,
And all the colors lose their allure.
No longer does she even fight against the cage door –
Once envied by kings and now pitied by the poor.