A bird

Is the birdcage a curse? Or is it fate that the cage seller found it? Did it give it’s right to the other birds to fly in the sky? Does the bird rebel against the bars of its cage or against the life that created the cage? Does it spend its days imprisoned, humiliated, while other birds enjoy their freedom in the sky? Doesn't it have the right to that sky? Were wings not given to it to soar outside the cage? By God, then what does that bird do between the bars of the cage? It sits all day, all night, in front of those iron bars, pondering its fate. Is it a curse, fate, or an involuntary sacrifice? It finds no answer, and how can it find the answer when it’s nothing but the bearer of the question? And here we are, in a cage like a bird behind its bars…