Red Bird

You were the red bird, which
flew high from the monochrome
breaking away all the chains
showing, sky is not your limit.
Oh, Red bird, you--
 have seen the hunters
flying behind you,
 the fire within you,
the flame of your revolt
burned them one by one.
You flew high, and with--
all your might you pulled up,
the pseudo trap that,
veiled the sight and freedom,
of your fellow birds.
Together you flew high.
horizon slowly painting them red,
freedom and resistance slowly
creeping into their veins.
The swift fleet was cut short,
with the last drop of blood
gushing out of your veins
you painted the rest red.
Comrade you're still alive,
Your blood has since then
traveled across the confines
smashing all the chains,
raising the voice of freedom.
The ink which was desiccated
once, now flows freely, and
Comrade you flows through them !