Still The Birds Fly

The flying birds were a prelude

to annihilation

spreading their wings

burying a generation

and still they fly

and mothers have no tears

left to cry

and they live

that which we ignore

and they look to the sky

and still the birds fly

and still we send more.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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