The parrot

The parrot, you were born from a beautiful cage, your food is too special, the appearance of your feathers is beautiful, all very extraordinary. Your chirping voice is always greeting, booming at all times, flapping your wings spreading charm, until the king is willing to match him. Your life is comfortable with the ruler, the cage is even more extraordinary, sturdy and timeless. But you don't think, if life is like a wheel, everything spins over time, so you fly past the continent.

When the atmosphere of the cozy yard is full of happiness, you are present under the pretext of the interests of the nation, you are also on the stock exchange, but in the end you lose. You also don't despair, go forward again with a different partner, even though in the end it falls too, along with tears. And now the time is not different, you are back in the stock exchange, with the power of the remaining wings, singing until your beak is foamy. But not yet the time has come, your wings are without direction, your chirps are full of propaganda, also spread fear everywhere. You are just an injured parrot, don't dream of being an eagle or even an eagle, won't be able to fly into the sky there, your wings have not been able to rule.