A Jailbird's squeak

Who tells he is black or white?
And either he is not brown or yellow,
But he has some feathers of all those colors.
He tries to fly in the serene sky.
He begs and requests from his deceased loving Mom;
'Please show me the right direction
Where I can reach the sanctuary
And hide away from these cannibals.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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