You cannot gag me forever

You may arrest my speech

And fetter me carporally in your quintessential ruthlessness

In tight cuffs

And nuts and bolts,

You may gag me

Or cruelly tag me

As an outlier,

But not my spirit

My thoughts and my being

My hopes and dreams I might be dead one day

To rust the earth wherein I am interred,

But

That earth will flow in the rivers in front of your jaundiced eyes,almost serpent like,

My dust will mingle and float with the wind

To become birds and bees and flowers and butterflies

And fish

I will haunt you at your dining table

Peck your cork-head with my beak

And tickle your nose with my flimsy wings,I will make myriad tries