Wind waving the drapes

It was fortunate
That the day my owner died
She was feeding me

Changing my water
Filling my bowl with some seeds
While chirping her way

I looked down at her
Then to the open window
Wind waving the drapes

Fluttering my wings
Cautiously I made my way
Whistling with wild hope

I looked back at her
Sleeping now there in her cage
She would never leave

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In a distant cemetery

                                        Kanchanaburi War Cemetery

What value is freedom?
Only those know
Who have lost theirs
A child shut in his room
Even a dog in a shed
Or yet a man in prison
Especially one in wartime
Fighting for his country
Like uncles of mine
Some who came back
With that look on their faces
Yet there were others too
Who did not return home
Not heroes there but slaves
Underfed and ill treated
Against the rules of war
To die beaten, tortured
Thinking of their children
And their wives at home
With no resting place
Save a white stone slab
In a distant cemetery
To show their service
Freedom for their children
To fight yet more wars

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