The Cello's Lament by HaveTales-WillTell, literature
Literature
The Cello's Lament
They call me brute.
I'm permitted to chant,
but they won't let me Sing.
They've confused non-agility for
inflexibility
my belly enfolds the earth;
my throat trills at the stars;
my eyes embrace the cays
of the sea.
I am an omnivore,
yet they will only feed me leaves.