Cage The Bird

Cage the bird and silence its song.

Then take the lion to the dentist to extract its teeth

And give them to the loudest person lying buried beneath

The rabble of mediocracy where they cheered and laughed

As intelligence was murdered without a single gasp!

Cage the bird and silence its song,

In case, its individualism disturbs the sycophants too long.

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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2 Responses to Cage The Bird

  1. chika2b says:

    “two things are infinate, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the Universe”

    Education to some relevant issues might be the cure.
    Perhaps a book a song a word
    perhaps another day to choose to say
    what is lost is lost, what remains remains
    and what I have in front of me
    is what I choose to bend
    to make it the life I was meant
    some do it through lyrics, some do it through careers
    some through politics, some through hussle
    some through work, some through books
    some through words
    either way we say it
    either way we see it
    it is what it is
    and my two and myself
    will come forth
    and so will the rest of the world
    for the deepest need of the human need
    is simply to be and exist
    in a place called home

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