eagle rising in the sky proclaiming to the land: <br />now is the time for flight <br />feet o'er the ragged ground <br />my prize forming in the mind's eye: only distance from here <br />then before me <br />cold steely-eyed horsemen <br />circling 'round me <br />I remember that I am <br />flying. <br />with a cord attached <br /> <br />wrenching me from my impossible dream <br />rusty metal cord <br />my lifeline and my prison <br />chaining me to a life of misery <br />where a sun rises in the east <br />and never reaches our sky <br />I sense sweet air of freedom <br />as it sweeps across my eyes and leaves <br />to a distant land where people there <br />can taste its gladness <br /> <br />its like flying with a cord attached <br />all I see everyday is rows and rows of green <br />to be churned into money <br />by our sweating hands <br />money watered by life-longing tears <br />money seasoned by air-starved blood <br />seeing others walk with the scent of freedom <br />trotting right behind them, eyes trained on dirt <br />and I remember <br />horsemen block my path: <br /> <br />like flying with a cord attached<br /><br />gina prettybrowneyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying-with-a-cord-attached/
