The Bird Cage
The dove flew freely once
Above nations who were at peace
Now all the peace is drained
Leaving nations
To enlist men into any
To have armoury ready
To have a thousand lives prepare
For a thousand more lost
And now the bird stays
Watching from its cage
Yearning for what seems
Once possible
Now turned into ashes
The dove could only call
For a chance
To soar in the sky
Over the nations
Who were once happy
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that girl
PoetryRemember that girl who sat alone? With a notebook and feather pen in hand? Well she was writing poetry about everything she saw, thought and went through. HIGHEST RANKING: #299 in poetry Started on [5/9/16] copyright: all rights reserved 2016
