To Be Free, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Without warning came a sinister scream
The kettle is filled with violent rage
Out of control spewing out scalding steam
More savage than a lion in its cage
Is injustice it’s trying to redeem
With its unruly billowing rampage

Like the caged lion it is the water
That has the fervent desire to be free
No external force its form to alter
No want to be used for a cup of tea
But there would be joy in being bigger
To be free as the water of the sea