The cuckoo fell silent.
A persistent dissonance
Which forced you to look in the mirror—
Day and night, without warning.
Finally, the voice fell silent.
Couldn't bring consonance,
Lest no one saw your impotence.
Your strong arms forced the cuckoo's silence.
Relief flooded your senses—
No one to mock your words,
No one to see through your civilized walk.
The cuckoo has fallen silent.
Does it merit raising the glasses?
Does it merit a toast?
Perhaps celebrate, you must,
By hoisting the national flag.
The old man, basking in self-glory,
Steps up to the microphone -
With deliberate strides.
In a dead triumph he declared:
"Today, we celebrate our country's freedom.
We made the cuckoo sing its last song.
We wrung the cuckoo's neck with surgical precision—
There will be no mocking song hereafter.
Extinguishing insignificance is the greatest - patriotic act."
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
Once again full of metaphor this poem speaks to me of control and quieting those who speak for liberty. The Cuckoo the noisy one who calls out. I found it interesting that you also used the word mocking ( As in mocking bird). A wonderful poem full of symbolic meaning.
Thank you very much for your kindness and support 🙏
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